Smuggling

The Devious Snail is often smuggling food up to his room.  This is why I find all kinds of clementine peels in his bed, orange peels in his dresser, peach pits on the floor.  Sometimes it’s a sandwich that I see sneaking its way upstairs.  (He’s not alone.  His older sister eats breakfast in the shower every morning and leaves a pile of cereal bowls behind).  So, when I saw him rushing past the kitchen door with something in his hand and a  grin on his face, I was determined to halt the situation.

Me:  Hey!  Wait a minute!  Just what exactly do you have in your hand right there?!? (spoken in my harsh, threatening voice).

By the time I got done with my question he was already halfway up the stairs, but he swiftly turned around and came all the way back through the dining room and kitchen to where I was standing, hands on my hips, my lips pursed and eyes narrowed.

The Devious Snail:  Why mother!  Just the HOLY WORD OF GOD!  That’s what I have in my hand! 

He dangled a thick, NIV study Bible in front of me and laughed his head off.

Proof that you just can’t win when you’re a parent.  After laughing riotously for about five minutes straight he headed upstairs to complete his confirmation homework.

And this morning I peeked in there and saw at least two full orange peels drying out on the floor.