While finishing dinner last night, I realized that we are missing some forks. 2 of them. This number corresponds to the number of sneaky sneaky children that I have (Paizlee is too young to be sneaky... yet) and I am thinking that my forks have been stolen. I also think that this picture proves just how sneaky my children are. You can see the sneakiness.
Brad, of course, thinks that I have misplaced them. I am shocked. Shocked and hurt that he would think that I could have lost our silverware.
I give him my most incredulous look and say, "Why would you assume that it was me?"
He asks, "Where are the steak knives?"
Me: "Ummm.... "
Brad: "Exactly. You have somehow managed to lose 4 steak knives. And what about that spoon that you found buried in the bag of flour the other day? That has been missing for months!"
M: "I think it is a conspiracy. Someone is systematically stealing our silverware one piece at a time."
B: "Why only one piece at a time?"
M: Rolling my eyes. "Obviously they think I won't notice if they steal them one at a time."
B: "Clearly someone is out to get you."
M: "That's what I'm saying."