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Early Morning Intruder

This morning Fiddledaddy left for the gym.  About 20 minutes or so went by.  I was sitting at the kitchen table with the children, peacefully eating my delicious oatmeal.

But dreaming of French Toast with lots of butter and syrup.  With a side of bacon.  Crisp.

And then I heard the door leading to the garage open.  I did some quick math and determined that all the children were accounted for at the table.  Emme and I looked at one another with large fearful eyes.

Since I was clearly the only adult in the room, a point which really could be argued against successfully, I got up from the table to investigate.

The room went silent as I crept down the hall.  Slowly.   Then with no warning WHATSOEVER, Fiddledaddy came whizzing around the corner.  Nearly causing me to drop my ceramic cereal bowl.  Still full of warm oatmeal.

I came very very close to owing the cuss jar some serious cash.

You see, I have a little problem.  Well.  I have more problems than I care to mention, but this one is particularly problematic.

I have been known to audibly curse when I’ve suffered a significant scare.  I’m not proud of this.

Yet, it delights Fiddledaddy to no end.


“Um, no, I was working in the garage and hadn’t left yet.”

A few minutes later, he asked, “So, I’m curious, if I had been an intruder, were you planning on throwing your cereal bowl at me?”

Yes, because I’m a cereal killer.

Thank you.  I’ll be here all week.


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