My Kids are Better than Your Kids

So Sam was asking why I never wrote good things about the kids on my blog. Maybe I am a little guilty, but I replied, "I can't just write about all the great stuff you do, that would be bragging."

Sam said, "That would be awesome."

Maddie added, "Yes, you could write, 'my kids are better than you kids.'"

So with that said, let me tell you about the latest obsession in our household. It has everything, and nothing, to do with sleepwalking. It all began yesterday morning when I went in to wake Sam up for school. When I saw him, I noticed brown teeth and brown drool at the corners of his mouth. My immediate and logical reaction was, "Oh Sam, you forgot to brush your teeth! Your going to have tons of cavities."

His immediate reaction (not logical), was, "I brushed my teeth. I must have been sleepwalking." He got up and went to look at his face in the mirror. He came out and in complete seriousness said, "Mom, can you go check to see if there is any chocolate missing?" 

Instead of looking for pounds of missing chocolate, I went to wake up the other kids, then proceeded downstairs to pack lunches. Sam came down and said, "Did you find any missing chocolate?" I responded in the negative. Then he said, lighting up with an obvious solution, "What about your Godivas?" To which I replied, "Sam, I think I would have noticed if you came into my closet in the middle of the night and started to eat my chocolate." His delight at having solved the mystery came crashing down. "Yes, and I didn't even know that's where you kept them so I couldn't have done that."

The other kids came down the stairs and were all inclined to believe Sam's chocolate-faced solution as not only the most plausible, but highly likely. Obviously, kids have a much greater chance of sleepwalking than they do of forgetting to brush their teeth. The kids spent all day yesterday trying to figure out what chocolate Sam found and ate in the middle of the night.

And sleepwalking for the Sabins has not ended. George woke up this morning and said, "Why does my mouth feel like chocolate?" Good question, since George doesn't even like chocolate. He spent this morning before school trying to determine if he did indeed sleepwalk last night.

My main concern with this whole affair is the dentist bill coming up and the fact that I gave away my Godiva hiding place.