Being Put In One's Place

First the boys argued over who got to go with Dad when we split up at the City Museum.  Going with Mom was obviously for the loser.  Yeah, o.k., o.k., I get it.  Then last night I was sitting in the media room curled up and watching young people on HGTV shop for houses worth three times what our house is worth and turning their noses up at high end kitchens and the like (it was just that kind of evening) and Leo pops in and asks me whether it is Sunday or Monday.  I stared at him (it had been a long day---haven't been sleeping well lately) and told him that it was Monday.  Then I thought for a minute and said, "uh....didn't you notice that I was gone for NINE HOURS today?  Nine and a HALF if you count driving time?"  He smiled a bit sheepishly and said, "well, no, I mean I was busy out playing."   "Didn't you MISS me?" I begged.   "Well, I would have but I was really busy Mom...."  I made him kiss me and told him I was never going to forget this.  He just giggled.

Later Owen asked me the same question and I said, "IT'S MONDAY!!! DIDN'T YOU NOTICE THAT I WAS GONE FOR NINE HOURS TODAY?"  He prevaricated with "well, we were busy playing today Mom."  Owen can think on his feet though so he immediately said, "Oh, but I REALLY missed you Mom" and gave me a wide-eyed nod.

Geesh.