the oldest.

Was i mad. it's one thing to be the one dishing it out, but to be completely fooled by an 8 year old.

I was just telling the youth on wed about my dad. Sometimes it's easier to box in his memory, but really I miss him, and can't wait, can't wait, till the day when I see him!! He was such a fun guy. One thing that has always been a bummer is that he was one of those grandpa guys that would have loved grandkids and never met them.

So yesterday our oldest, lets just call her Maja, for those of you who actually don't know me personally, which is none of you, it's pronounced my- uh. She approaches me with a postcard and calmly tells me that one of our friends droped it in the mailbox. I never questioned it. First of all, my child lie? And with the insaneness of May Day just behind us. ((a another story.. involving lot of blood!!)) But mostly just because this friend's child is on me every. single. time. I see her about getting our families together. Recently, just the night before.

So it read something like, "Hey guys, we would really like it if your family and ours could get together May 9th. Maybe the kids could spend the night and it would be great." Complete with addresses, forged writing, and all the details folks. She is good.

And why didn't I see it coming?

She pleads with me, "is it going to work mom?"
"Honey, it's kid's night out." (the best nights of the year!) "and her mommy has a race the next day." (crazy girl)
"so no."

So I call our "friends". Duh.
"Whatcha up to? What's your daughter doing?"
Yah, you guessed it. She had been occupied for hours, doing things a whole lot more constructive than "mine".
After arguing for way too long, it finally dawned on me. Me, the scammer, taught so skillfully by my father, had been scammed.
Simple, yet done so well.

So after a brief message on the father of all lies, I realized her grandpa would be proud.

And this morning on the fridge I found my apology: