Ping: No. Mommy folding laundry.
Me: I know. But go ask her to come outside please.
... hmmmm... I wonder what happened here... some sort of "accident" I guess? No, this was done on purpose.
Me: Where are you?
Wife: Up here.
Me: Why don't you come outside. I want to show you something.
Wife: I can see from here.
Me: You're on the 2nd floor of the house, looking out of the bathroom window!
Wife: I'm safer up here.
Me: What are you afraid of?
Wife: Nothing. What did you want.
Me: Did you see the play structure?
|Broken play structure|
Me: Un-huh. Do you know how it broke?
Wife: Oh gosh no. How or why would I know how that got broken?
Me: Because I see tire tracks here. Its as if "someone" ran it down.
|Hmmmm... the plot thickens|
Me: Un-huh. By "accident" right?
Wife: I'm sure they didn't mean to hit it. But I do remember them having to move stuff.
Me: Okay. I'm going to ask you one question. And you have to answer me truthfully.
Me: Did you pay the construction guys to run over the play structure!
Wife: ... I have to goto the bathroom.
Me: Because you have wanted a new swing set for a couple of summers now.
Wife: I can't hear... wha? You're breaking up! Oh my. Gotta go!
|... quite the "accident". How do you drag a 500lbs tree into a swing set?|
|I guess we did need a new one anyway...|
... I'm pretty sure I'm one bad post away from having my own "accident", and I'm pretty sure Ping would be willing to help organize it. :-)