Why You Should Hide The Chocolate Chips When You Need A Measuring Tape
I put a little pile of chocolate chips on a napkin (I’m a chocolate addict, but I’m neat about it) on the kitchen counter and was munching on them while I considered the kitchen’s current state.
I needed a measuring tape to re-measure the kitchen. We are still in the midst of a never ending renovation and have misplaced (i.e. lost) the plans I designed years ago. The Professor is just now getting around to executing the aforementioned plans, so we kind of need them.
I have no idea where the plans are. He has no idea where the plans are. The chances of said plans making an appearance before they are no longer needed is, at best, slim to none. So, I’m going to redo the plans, meaning I have to re-measure the kitchen, meaning I need a measuring tape.
But, surprise, my measuring tape is not in the drawer where I keep it. <shock!>
Luckily, I remembered Son#4 had one of his dad’s measuring tapes two days ago because everyone was complaining that he kept measuring their feet. Interestingly, they all complained about it, but everyone let him do it. After all, who doesn’t want to know how long their foot is?
So, I asked Son#4, “Would you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”
“Are you making chocolate chip cookies?!?!” he asked, never one to be phased by a direct question.
“No,” I replied. “I’m measuring the kitchen. Would you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”
“Yeah, mom, but do you wanna know what I am making for daddy?” It’s Fathers’ Day next month, and there has been pounding and other construction noises coming from the side yard for quite some time.
“Yes,” I answered, “of course I do. Then, will you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?” I asked specifically for The Professor’s measuring tape because one of our daughters used mine, walked in the general direction of the drawer it lives in, and somehow still didn’t get it put away properly.
“Yes!” Son#4 practically promised.
“Great!” I said, “What are you making for your dad?”
“I’m making him a catapult! It’s got two pieces of wood under it (you have to imagine the detailed body language he used to illustrate every part of the contraption) and a piece that sticks out and a string you pull and I’m gonna make a bowl or something for the top and that is gonna be real hard but it is gonna be so cool!”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Great. He’ll love it,” I said. He will. He doesn’t have a catapult. “Now, will you please get me one of your daddy’s measuring tapes?” He has several as his also tend to walk away and forget their way home.
“No. Well, ok, I will, but will you please go get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?”
“Yeah. I love chocolate chip cookies.”
“Great. Will you get me the measuring tape?”
“Sure. One of daddy’s?”
“OK. Where is it?”
“Where ever you put it after you used it to measure everyone’s feet the other day.”
“That wasn’t me.”
Sigh. Wrong little boy. It must have been Son#3. “Oh. Well, will you please send in your brother?”
“Sure. Tell me when the cookies are ready.”
Less than a minute later Son#3 joined me in the kitchen.
“Will you please get me one of daddy’s measuring tapes?” I asked, well, pleaded really.
He answered right away, “Are you making cookies?”
Sigh. I know when to throw in the proverbial towel. “Yes, right after I get back from buying a measuring tape.”
“Cool! Tell me when they’re ready,” Son#3 called back as he headed out to their catapult construction site.
I passed The Professor coming into the kitchen as I was on my way out of it.
“Where’re you headed?” he asked.
“Hardware store,” I answered more gruffly than I needed to.
“Great!” he answered more cheerfully than he needed to. “While you’re there will you get me a measuring tape?”
I don’t think he saw me roll my eyes.
As I grabbed my keys and dashed out the front door, I heard him ask, “Hey, is mom making cookies?”
I wondered if I had time to stop by the liquor store, too.
Laugh Out Loud!
What is always “walking away” from where it goes in your home? What is distracting to everyone in your family? Does your crew sneak chocolate chips, too? Shoot me a comment. I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.