Yesterday morning as I walked into the bathroom to arrange my hair before leaving for Costco, my 11 year old son cornered me with a serious question.
A: Mom does Phelf really move on his own?
A: Be honest.
Me: Do you really want me to be honest?
A: Yes, tell me the truth.
Me: No, I move Phelf every night from December 1-December 23.
Me: Are you upset that I essentially lied?
A: Kind of, but I am more upset that you told me the truth.
Me: Should I not move Phelf around for your brother?
A: NO, you have to move him. I will probably forget that you told me that you move him around anyway. I like the tradition. (He turns and walks away)
Me: (Thinking, "Well I guess that this is truly a case of darned if I do, and darned if I don't".)