A few days ago, a got home from work to a message on our voice mail. In very hushed tones, PorscheNut said, "Hey, call me back when you get a chance. I have a story to tell you. Porsche Peanut told me she and Builder Boy were playing truth or dare in his bedroom..." Click.
Um.......
Since it was late at night, I couldn't call back right then, but truth be told, I wasn't ready to call back. I wanted to talk first with Builder Boy to get the scoop, or at least hisscoop, as well as collect myself. We knew the day would come when we'd have to worry about the boy/girl thing, but they're only going into first grade! I was getting a little hysterical on the inside thinking of all the things they could have been doing during the clandestine game of truth or dare. And since I have the boy, well, I was sure it'd be his fault whether is was his fault or not.
In the meantime, before I could begin the interrogation, I talked with PorscheNut. The following morning, I questioned Builder Boy about the situation.
Me: (slyly) Builder Boy, were you and Porsche Peanut playing truth or dare in your bedroom?
BB: (without missing a beat) No.
Me: (thoughtful) Hmmm...really? Because Porsche Peanut said you guys were...
BB: (introspective silence)
Me: (going in for the kill) You wouldn't have been daring one another to lick the bottoms of your feet, would you?
BB: (stopping suddenly, he throws this over his shoulder) Stay out of my business, Mama! (and stomps off)
Oh boy, we're in trouble...
