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Torturing Children with Secrets

Tonight after dinner, as the children drifted away from their partly eaten food, I took advantage of the partial privacy to tell my husband something that I didn't want little ears to hear. I spoke in a low voice. He responded in a low voice. Being astute parents, we realized that the children had gotten painfully quiet and each had their heads tilted in our direction, trying to grasp the nature of our conversation. We stopped talking.

Our 9 year old boy let out a gasp. "You're talking about my secret adoption, aren't you!"

In the meantime, his four year old brother adamantly insists he came from Costco.

Indeed.

Comments

  1. Keep Your Sunny Side UpJune 5, 2009 at 10:14 AM

    Should we call tht uncanny ability to sense we want to talk in privacy childar?.

    Ray finally told one of our daughters, "yes you were adopted...but they brought you back" after months of insistence she was adopted!

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  2. Lisa Page RosenbergJune 5, 2009 at 1:03 PM

    Brilliant!
    Mine only listens when I don't want him too...

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  3. NatalieJune 5, 2009 at 4:48 PM

    Rebecca still thinks we got the boys from wal-mart.

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