Jul

20

The truth hurts




My husband was noticing some webs on the ceiling fan in our living room this weekend – he’s very good at noticing things you don’t necessarily want noticed.  I could go years without seeing webs anywhere.

It’s a joke in our house that I need a cleaning lady, well, actuallyit’s me whining that I wish I had a cleaning lady, but anyway, I commented that I might have to fire the cleaning lady for missing those webs. 

Nolan was standing with my husband and I, and he shot me a look of pure disgust and said:

Mom, I AM the cleaning lady in this house, and I’d love it if you’d fire me.

The boy is nothing if not honest, he does clean more often (and does a better job) than I do. Oops.  I won’t be firing him after all. 

But maybe I should dock his pay for missing webs? Wait, that would mean I’d have to actually pay him.  Never mind.

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    Filed Under Crazy true stories, My boys | 4 Comments 

    4 Responses to “The truth hurts”

      1
        Peggy on July 20th, 2009 9:34 pm

        We call cobwebs “Irish lace”. Your son has a great sense of humor!

        :-)

      2
        Karen R on July 21st, 2009 3:10 pm

        LOL!

      3
        Robyns Online World on July 21st, 2009 3:19 pm

        Too funny! I love Peggy’s name for them – Irish Lace. We have our fair share of that in our home.

      4
        Sheri on July 21st, 2009 5:20 pm

        I love Irish Lace. From now on I will make a point to notice all the Irish Lace we have and talk about it like it’s some new decorating style. :)