Now that it is school holidays and that there is no sports activities, all of a sudden my weekend was free. It was 9 degrees in the morning and there was no way I wanted to go to the beach and I felt like a headless chicken. Until now, my weekends was nothing but driving from one sports venue to another. With nothing else to do and three bored kids, we decided we will go for shopping ( and I didn’t want to cook lunch)

My youngest wanted stationary from Smiggles. Over priced, useless stuff in my dictionary is the most treasured item in my children’s. But I have known the joy of owning a Flora pencil. When most of my classmate had the normal dookkily red and black pencil ( can’t remember the brand name) mine was a white pencil with beautiful deep pink flowers and green leaves. So we went to smiggles. Being the smart Mom that I am, I told them 15 $ each and not a penny more, for I know without such a clause, I will be looking at getting a gun to rob the bank. No kidding..By the time you add the cost of the pencils, pens, erasers plus this and that, x 3, it would cost me 100$.

Baby found a pencil case for 14.99, there was one for sale for 5$, I tried my best to get her to buy it, but she gave me that look. ( I live in eternal hope that my children would inherit mine and my mother’s pishukki genes)

Yaya bought a lot of pens and pencils.

My Son found a  electric sharpener. ( I wanted to ask, how would it hurt you to use the manual Steadler sharpener we have at home, but since I offered 15$ for him to spend, I couldn’t tell them how to spend their share)

As we walked to the counter to pay, I heard Yaya ask, “Toothless, do you remember what had happened to your finger?” Soon they were both giggling.

“What happened to your finger?” I asked

There were total silence. They were looking at me as if I committed some crime, not the other way around.

Of course my curiosity is piqued.

“Out with it” I ordered.

After a few attempts of “it was nothing, don’t worry about it” etc and knowing that his mother is like a terrier with a bone and won’t relent,

Very sheepishly my son said ” Mom, do you remember when I was little, my finger was bleeding?”

I remember the incident very well. It was a normal day, suddenly all three of my children started  crying, in the midst of crying melee, I noticed my son’s little finger was bleeding. It wasn’t a normal injury. It looked like his finger was crushed, but normal crushed injury is from top to bottom, this one was all around. Neither of them would tell me how he got it. ( baby was too young). My son was crying because his finger was bleeding, Yaya was crying because her brother was in pain. I still don’t know why baby was crying, probably for the same reason as Yaya.

They never told me how he got the injury.

And according to my son “mom, I wanted to see how your pencil sharpener works and tried to sharpen my finger  using your  sharpener” ( desk top version)

Oh the things you will learn..(when your children grow up and tell you the truth)..