The Things They Do

When I walked into the kitchen after all the kids left for school, I wrongly assumed that things were right and well and normal.

When I saw the salt shaker with it's toothpick porcupine quills, I just shook my head. Teenage boys. Why do they do the things they do?

What goes through their heads that says sticking toothpicks in the shaker is a good thing? Or a myriad of other ideas that I won't go into because while at the moment they happened I was none too pleased, all is forgiven, and I can see those adventures were just part of their youthful exuberance.

I took a picture of the salt shaker and sent it to my husband along with the query of "Why?" to which he replied "Boys," because that was all the answer that was needful.

Later, I asked my daughter if she had seen the salt shaker and she said yes.

She'd done it.

WHAT? It wasn't the boys? It was my daughter?

Hmm. This will change how I view these little oddities that I find around the house. Instead of thinking, "Those Boys," I will think instead, "Those Kids! Why do they do the things they do?!"