Saturday, December 26, 2009

Special Agent

The C.I.A. should be recruiting me any day now. My interrogation skills are supreme. Not bragging's just a fact.

I walked into the kitchen this morning to find Evan in a puddle of spilled cereal. His pajamas looked like Swiss Cheese because of the holes freshly cut in them.

Me: Evan? What happened to your pajamas? Why are there holes in them?

Evan: There's no holes. ( With a tone that implied "you silly, silly woman)

Me: Evan, I see the holes and I see the scissors on the floor. Don't lie to Mom.

Evan: There's no holes.

Oh to be young again and not even flinch at a bald face lie.

Me: What color were the scissors you used to cut your pajamas?

Evan: (starting to squirm now) sharp ones.

Me: That's what I thought.


Lisa said...

Nice interrogation skills! I wouldn't have even thought to ask what kind of scissors were used! :)

i said...

you need to try your skillz on master of deception justin...i could use some help!!!

Chris and Kara said...

Oh kids! I've never had a scissor incident thanks to my non-destructive girls, but I fear for my boy to grow up =)! Good job interrogating.

Stacie said...

Ooh, way to go Angie!!

I'm logging that one in the back of my head for future use!

Murray Clan said...

you ARE good! :)

Mary said...

That is so funny!

In the house I grew up in there were the sharp scissors that you were never, never, never, ever supposed to touch, let alone cut with. My mother would call them the "orange-handled sissors" or what ever color handle they had at the time because they would inevitably get used on paper and the color would change.

You reminded me of that. Thanks!