Actually, my son participated in a little fiasco that occurred at my house while we were out of town. That is exactly the reason I don't like to tell people I am leaving town. And usually, I don't tell anyone I am or we are leaving, unless someone is staying at the house.
So I come home and open the refrigerator, which looks like a bachelor lives here, because it is practically empty -- and I see this. It's a real set of dental impressions. And they are so attractive... I can't help but imagine where they came from. Immediately, I think of a friend whose father-in-law was a dentist...
Next, I find another set in the living room taking up premium space on a sofa table.
Now, I recognize the writing, but I think, "No, not her." I can't help but think... are there more? Where all did these people go, running amuck in my house?
The only person who would have access to the house, and BTW, we forgot to set the alarm this time (that won't happen again), was our son. I knew he had to be involved. He's a pretty good liar. But I am his mom. I've seen it all before.
I text him. He confesses nothing, and I go to bed half scared, half aggravated.
These breakers and enterers were rookies. They left behind the writing clue. They left behind a personal belonging, a lovely pair of aviator Ray-Bans. I decided, someone was going to have to fess up to get their glasses back. They looked pretty good on me. By early afternoon, the culprit was texting me with apologies galore.
Good grief! How could you be mad about unknown teeth impressions sitting in obvious places in your house? I was more worried about how someone got in... Now,
I just have to figure out who to repay first.
Maybe my son was getting back at me for sending him this postcard of "The Massacre of the Innocents" from my recent trip. It was disturbing, but nevertheless, a famous painting by Cornelis van Haarlem which hangs in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. He probably would have preferred another type of souvenir, but this is all his mother would send him. And I deliberately did not put my sweet D.I.L.'s name on it, so as to not embarrass her. The embarrassment was all meant for him. Am I evil?
