The Hanger

As Steve was getting ready for work I told him I was feeling very anxious.  He asked the standard why?  (he can usually help me work it out) I said I'm sure it's not the main reason but this house is a mess.  As I am saying this he steps on a hanger and instead of picking it up he kicks it behind him.
I just looked at him and said most adults would have picked it up.
He instantly started laughing and I just shook my head and walked away proving my point without saying a word.

No Throwing Balls in the House

Before I left the career world to stay home with my girls we were able to afford a cleaning lady.  She would come once a week and I would step into my home and feel a wonderful calmness rush over me, and I was happy.  As with most families the rules are many but one usually tops the list; don't throw balls in the house.  Well, I came home and asked S what happened to the yellow vase I loved that typically sat on the shelf in the kitchen?  This was a special vase to me.  It was cheap but a little old lady I adored gave it to me so the value was untouchable.  He acted like he didn't know what I was talking about.  Hmmm very suspicious.  One- he isn't a good liar and two- he acts like a boy.  Well well well.  Look who is still here cleaning.  The cleaning girl totally ratted him out.  Him and the girls were not throwing bouncy balls or rubber balls or even tennis balls.  They were throwing golf balls.
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