Saturday night about 10:30 I was waiting for Ben to get home from an activity with his friends. Spencer and Vicki were upstairs asleep and I was downstairs in the family room. The night was quiet and peaceful.
When suddenly I heard over my head; THUMP, RUMBLE, RUMBLE, STUMBLE. I took off running to see if Vicki was OK. I got upstairs and flipped on the light to see this ponderous look on her face. We looked down and found that dental floss had been tied to our door hinge, and around a table leg. Seems that Vicki was headed back to the bathroom in the dark when she found it.
When we interrogated Spencer the next morning, it didn't take long for a smile to break out on his face that rendered the culprits verdict. Guilty. Funny, but Guilty.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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