Rascal tells me that next to a black fedora, the most important tool in a spy’s arsenal is a decoy. So our future 007 made one for himself. After a month of watching the decoy lurk around the house, appearing here and there and constantly scaring the crap out of me…I’m convinced I need a Mom decoy.
Imagine how many brilliant thoughts I could finish without interruption! Imagine how much I could…See?? There I go again getting distracted. This time by children hounding me to referee some inane argument that, best I can tell, consists only of “Uh-huh!” “Nuh-uh!”
It’s always something. But with my very own Mom Decoy, the kids can have those fights in front of my double, while I tiptoe away and lock myself in the bathroom with my laptop.
A million-dollar idea! If this works, I might need to raise his allowance.
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It’s all fun and games until they’re teenagers, then you might want to discourage the decoy plan…unless you live in a high rise then no one can escape!
Ha! So true. I had not even thought of that…sure hope we have a few more years before those good times begin.
I don’t always comment on the blog articles because people would think I have a one word vocabulary…”Awesome!”