We have had some paranormal activities Chez Johnson that are wreaking all sorts of havoc and sending a shiver down my spine.
Our ghost first put holes near the top of our blinds. Then, the florescent light cover in our kitchen not only crashed to the ground but these spirits somehow carried it all the way to the garbage can outside. And don’t get me started on the jar of peanut butter that floated to the basement, the most minor of the trespasses but still a head-scratcher.
All of these situations have been met with the doe-eyed innocence of our kids. “Mom, I have no idea how that happened” or “maybe it was Fat Kitty,” which makes me seriously worry about their power of persuasion if they’re trying to convince me that our obese, declawed cat could become airborne (though peanut butter might be a good motivator).
To their credit, they haven’t turned each other in but when you’re only one of two siblings, the odds are not ever in your favor. We’ve repeatedly trying to instill within them that lying is worse than the actual crime but to no avail.
I have yet to catch them red-handed but got a kick out of toddler Jack’s blue-faced lie about the free cupcake he’d swiped in a celebration for the New York Giants.
The good news is that we are making some progress. I’m not sure about the topic in my daughter’s Sunday School class last week but she finally confessed to her teacher, “YES, IT WAS I WHO TOOK THE PEANUT BUTTER TO THE BASEMENT AND ATE DIRECTLY OUT OF IT WITHOUT A SPOON.”
If only the trespasses of my little spirits could always remain so innocent.
Author: Amber Johnson
Amber is the founder and editor of Mile High Mamas, travel writer and former columnist for The Denver Post. She is a passionate community builder and loves the outdoors. She has two awesome teens and is happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin.
Savannah
I can’t even keep track of our unsolved mysteries. The latest:
Tracking mud into the house (I was able to solve that crime by matching up shoes).
Stealing cookies from the cookie jar (crumbs. Everywhere).
My kids think I’m a master sleuth. I think they’re terrible criminals.
Amber
Savannah–Too funny! Some of my trespasses as a kid:
My parents used to buy bulk Tang from Costco and I’d sneak into the basement to steal it. I could never figure out how my mom knew. Two words: Orange Fingers.
My mom was an amazing cook and would bake mass amounts of pie crusts and freeze them. I LOVE pie crusts and would always sneak in to eat them. I could never figure out how she knew. :0-)