Uh-oh

I got home late from the city yesterday, arriving in time to help get the kids through showers and into bed after hockey practice. When the kids were down, I ate dinner in the living room and watched a hockey game with Chris. Imagine my surprise when I found this note beside my place at breakfast this morning, after the kids had already left for school!

Chris grimly filled me in. There had been a food fight and yes, the letter of apology had been written and signed before they left for hockey last night.

When Ross came home, I made a point of looking at the note until he became visibly uncomfortable. "Do you want to tell me about what happened," I asked?

There was a pause, then Ross slowly replied, "Nnnno. Since you asked, no, I don't really want to tell you about it." And he walked off with the cautious gait of a boy who fully expects something horrible to happen. He got to the door of the room and risked a look back to meet my gaze. Finding me exactly where I'd been, he wasn't sure if he should be worried or relieved.

"You're right, I did ask. I'll respect your answer, if you'll promise me this will NOT happen again."

"It's a deal," he said with a little cringe, then a small grin. I have to admit, I felt a bit of pride...my baby's first food fight!