the other morning max came downstairs with some very concerning news.
m - mom, someone stole a dollar from my bank. i counted my money last night and i'm missing a dollar.
uh, i couldn't tell him that actually the toothfairy had to borrow a dollar and would pay him back that night. can you imagine the line of questions that would have unleashed. i wasn't prepared to encounter that adolescent milestone. he's only 7, for heaven's sake, and i need as many more years as i can get of good "santa's watching you" threats.
anyway, nikki, standing there listening, clutching a new dollar bill, pushing her tongue through a new hole in her teeth, looked worried. she pulled me down to her level and quietly, after looking over both shoulders, said,
"mom. i think i know who took max's money."
crap! she was awake?
"i think obama took his money. he must have snuck in here last night."
poor thing. she thinks our could-be president wants to take all our money.
oh ... wait ...