"Mom, can I vacuum glass?" That was the ominous text message on my cell phone. The phrase ‘Ignorance is bliss" takes on a whole new meaning when your filet mignon is interrupted by a message like that. Sadly, I guess history set precedent early on, when Alexander G. Bell summoned Watson for an eerily similar reason.
Anyway, to back up a bit; my husband and I were on a rare night out and we’d left our 15 year old in charge of her younger sister, who is almost a teenager herself. It was only for a couple of hours, and they are both fairly responsible, so a few hours away from home didn’t seem too foreboding. Until blissful ignorance was replaced with an odd curiosity and then, indigestion.
I quickly excused myself to get the full story: "Where and how much?! What??! Is there any blood involved? Put on your shoes, get the dog out, shut the door, and I’ll take care of it when I get home."
The evening wasn’t a total wash however. I suppose the fact that the culprits exhibited some responsibilty by consulting the "experts" instead of diving into cover-up mode was a plus--and I now have one less picture frame to dust.