Number 3 and 4 go to swim practice on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Last week practice was cancelled on Monday and Wednesday due to the hurricane. After 3 days off from school, 2 days off from practice, and Halloween on Wednesday night, Number 3 was pretty unmotivated to go to practice when Friday rolled around.
Apparently, he started plotting his get-out-of-practice strategy on Friday on the bus ride home from school.
He walked inside clutching his stomach.
“Mom, I threw up in school today,” he said.
“You did? Where? In the nurse’s office?”
“No, in my classroom,” he continued.
“Really? Huh. No one even called me from school…I’m going to go email your teacher right now,” I said. “And I guess you don’t want any of your Halloween candy for snack then. I mean, since you’ve been throwing up.”
“Well, I feel a little better now,” he struggled to say.
I just looked at him.
“Okay Mom, I didn’t really throw up. I just don’t want to go to swim practice.”
So an hour later when it was time to get ready to go, his suit was nowhere to be found. But since it had been a week since they had gone to practice, it really could have been anywhere.
Luckily, I had a spare.
Which mysteriously went missing about 5 minutes after I gave it to him.
But he does have a habit of putting stuff down and then forgetting where he put it, so I didn’t want to accuse him of losing his suit on purpose.
Although I had a feeling.
I started to get pretty angry after I had spent 20 minutes of my time looking for his suit.
And then he miraculously came downstairs wearing it.
So yesterday when he got home from school, he asked if he could play Wii. He’s not allowed to play on school nights, but since there is no school today due to Election Day, it didn’t really count as a school night.
I told him he could, but he had to find both of his bathing suits first.
Well he must have really wanted to play Wii.
“Mom, I know where the other bathing suit is,” he said.
“You do? Where is it?”
“Behind the washing machine,” he said, half-smiling.
“Um, how do you know that?” I asked.
“Because I threw it back there,” he confessed.
I was impressed.
Not with his honesty, but with his hiding spot. I never would have looked there.
Well, it’s only a matter of time now…
“Mom, those aren’t my cigarettes. You think those are mine? They’re my friend’s. I was just holding them for him.”
Uh huh.
Game on, Number 3.
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