When my kids say, “My mommy has rum in the cabinet, and cooks with it!” – Trust but verify. Wait. Just don’t believe anything my children say – unless you run it by me. Mine are notorious for telling part of a story.

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A few years back, I got really sick. One of those mystery illnesses that makes you wish you knew House personally so that he could come and diagnose you with some rare and interesting disease that could be discovered and cured in 60 minutes, just like on the show.

Baby Girl decided she was going to play House… the doctor, not the pretend game.

“I know why mommy is sick… she went into the liquor-ey store. That is why she is sick.” Naturally – he looks at me like, “What?” Only a few of my college friends read this blog, and they would be inclined to believe her because they knew me in a former life AND she’s cute… and small.

Let me explain…

I needed to send money to my mom on vacation in St. Vincent, and Safeway’s Western Union was closed, as usual, so since I was in a hurry I had to go to the liquor store across the street to send it. I made them wait in the car. They wanted to know why they couldn’t come in, so I said it was nasty in there (normally when I say “nasty” it is related to putting their hands in their mouths and getting themselves sick), and not a good place for kids to be in. So from that, she figured that I must have touched something in the “liquor-ey” store, and gotten myself sick.

See how kids get you investigated by the Department of Family and Children’s Services?!