I jumped in the shower. ahhhhh. Van hates showers so I know I should have 10-15 minutes of peace and quiet. But not long after I get in, I hear a banging on the door. The door isn't locked but it's the one door in the house Van has a hard time opening. I try to pretend I don't hear it. Maybe Andy will come down and get him. But he doesn't. Van bangs on the door every 15-30 seconds that I am in the shower. Finally I turn off the water and Van yells, "Hey mom, can you let me in for a second?"
"Sure" I say.
I wonder what he has been needing to tell me so desperately for the last 10 minutes and I turn the knob for him.
He bursts in and says, "I just heard not-Van poking holes in the box."
(we have packing boxes everywhere and Van has had a problem with poking holes in them with pens or pencils or chopsticks.)
Me: "you did?"
Van: "Yeah, it wasn't me, or mo man, or daddy. It was someone who doesn't live in this house. Someone sneaky."
"Alright. well thanks for telling me."
Beware: sneaky cardboard box vandal on the loose.
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