If I had eyes on the back of my head, I wouldn’t have to worry about honesty being the best policy

Please welcome Lizz from Yes, and So Is My Heart as my guest blogger today…

As I checked my Bloglines account the other night, I saw Heather had a new post up. Since she has become a favorite place for me to read, I headed over and well, read.

That was the post where she asked for guest bloggers. I thought that sounded like fun. After I left a comment saying I’d love to guest post, I started fretting. What would I write?

The next day, I received an email from Heather saying her only requirement in a guest post was that the writer “be you.” Well, right now I spend most of my days being a wife and a mama. I have three children three and under. So, you can imagine that most of my posts aren’t about politics. No, a typical post from me would go something like this:

“I put the weed and grass killer down last night on the brick patio, so don’t let the boy lick the ground.”

That, people, is an email that I received from my husband. He was serious. And you better believe that I watched the boy closely when he played outside that day. There is no end to what the boy will taste.

The boy is two and he is crazy. Sometimes crazy is good and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Sometimes crazy is bad and it makes me think that this job of being his mama is way more than I can handle. It’s as if the boy is on a mission to give me a heart attack and I haven’t even been twenty-ten for six months.

So, that whole idea of having eyes on the back of my head would really come in handy right now. Then, I wouldn’t find myself in predicaments like I did the other day.

It started out as a simple trip to get the mail. No, wait. It started the day before with a tea party on the front lawn. The girl, the boy, the baby, and I were all sitting outside. Not surprisingly, the boy wasn’t interested in a tea party. Also not surprisingly, he was picking up sticks and turning them into weapons. I wasn’t too worried since he wasn’t running and he was keeping the sticks aways from the rest of us.

I let him do his thing and enjoyed playing with the girls.

A few minutes later, I noticed that he was now using the sticks as keys instead of weapons. He was inserting his “keys” into the mail box locks. (The grouping of mailboxes was right in front of our party spot on the lawn.) I realized that he might possibly jam a lock so I asked him to stop.

I didn’t think much about it after that. Daddy got home. We did the dinner thing, the bath thing, and the bed thing.

Nope, I didn’t think about it at all until I took the boy to get the mail the next day. At this point, I should tell you that we’ve lived in our house nearly a year. During that time, I’ve gotten the mail almost every day. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve encountered a neighbor getting mail at the same time. So, it was a bit unusual that a neighbor came to the mailbox at the same time as us.

In fact, as the neighbors approached the mailbox, I got a funny feeling. That feeling got even funnier when, after I urged them to go ahead of us, one of them said that the key probably wouldn’t work since it hadn’t worked yesterday.

Oh really? That’s odd. I watched which mailbox she reached for. Of course, I knew which one it was. It was the same one that the boy played with the day before. Coincidence? I think not.

I stood there with the little culprit in my arms. In my head, I believe that honesty is the best policy, but sometimes my actions don’t quite line up.

I did notice that the mailbox had a new lock today.

What would you have done?

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Until next time…