You’re Going to Beat Me!!!

So I have this thing I do when I hear weird sounds.

If I can’t recognize where it’s coming from, I just ignore it and hope it goes away.  Sometimes it works, sometimes, it’s a recipe for disaster.

Today, I stopped by home before going to pick Chlo up.  I heard a sound from the kitchen that sounded like something was leaking.  I couldn’t quite place where it was coming from.  The sink wasn’t on.  The reverse osmosis system wasn’t leaking.  The ice maker seemed fine.  On the other side of the wall, the washer and dryer/water softener seemed fine.  Hmm.

So I just left.

About an hour later, I get a message from my brother:

Water Bill Spoiler Alert:  the hose spigot on the side of the house on a little bit…I don’t know how long it had been left on, but the yard on that side is pretty drenched.

Seriously!?!  Just what I needed.  Maybe I should have investigated further.

So I’m questioning Chlo about it later.  I’m all, “Were you watering the yard today?”  She says, “Yeah…”  So I’m all, “Did you leave the water on???”  She says, “No…”  So I tell her that the water was on when Jason got home so she must have.  And she starts bawling.  I ask her what’s wrong, and she’s all, “You’re going to beat me!!!!”

The hell?

So I’m all, “Chlo.  When have I ever beat you??”

“All the time…” she says.

Hmmm.

For the record, the answer is never.  In fact, I’d venture to guess that I’VE never laid a hand on the child.  To each their own, but I’m a sucker.  And I know it.  So it’s cool.  I can’t even swat at my dogs without feeling terrible about it.

I don’t know what that’s all about.  But if she tells you that’s the case, she’s crazy.  Just saying.

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