Oh, how I wish I was referring to a figurative robbing. Alas, it was a literal house robbery, on Friday. Thankfully, it happened while we were at work and school.
There are, of course, lots of bad things about that, but here's a look on the bright side, at a bit of humor that the situation wrought.
ONE
As the cops were checking the house, young Officer One stepped into the kitchen and took a look around...
Officer One: (with urgency) Officer Two! Get in here! We've got blood! (gestures to John's booster seat)
Officer Two: (rolls eyes) I'm pretty sure that's ketchup.
TWO
As I explained to Carter what was happening inside our house...
Carter: Who do you think did it?
Me: I don't know. Who do you think?
Carter: Justin Bieber. He stole Maggie's mom's dance moves.
THREE
Later that night, as Thomas and I worked to clean up broken glass and put things back in drawers, my mom and Mimi took Carter out to dinner (they arrived about an hour into the investigation - such lucky timing to have their help!). At dinner, the fates smiled upon Carter, and he won a stuffed animal from one of those claw machines. Here's a picture of his very colorful, and fashionable (?), stuffed elephant.
The next day, Mama Helen was pressuring him to decide on a name for his new friend.
Mama Helen: What have you decided to name him?
Carter: Fast Elephant.
Mama Helen: Why 'Fast Elephant'?
Carter: Because he had to be fast to catch that cheetah.
