Fibbing

The whir of the vacuum grabs my attention from the kitchen. No one had asked to vacuum, no one should be vacuuming, and the room it was coming from especially concerned me. As I glance down the hallway I see a wide-eyed, whispy haired, pixie like child peek her head out the door. Taking in my apparent attention to the sound, she says "It wasn't me that turned on the vacuum, Mom."

"Oh really?" I ask. "Nuh uh. Not me." She claims. "Hmmmm... but you're all alone.. who could it have been?"

Feeling quite certain she is in the clear she shrugs as she walks back, confidently saying "I just can't know for sure."

And I think to myself........ it begins.