Who's on first...

Below is something I HAD to share with everyone who stops by. Here is a transcript of an email my wife Kelly sent out to family describing a conversation she had with Connor, our 8 year old son....

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What a frustrating day in our house. Mitchell has clogged the toilet twice, Connor and I have been working on homework for 2 hours, and Luke has changed clothes twice...all since about 3:00. This conversation struck me as so idiotic, I had to share it.

I had just unclogged the toilet for the second time and then while vacuuming I heard a strange thumping noise. No one screamed so I figured all was well and kept vacuuming. A little while later I walked past the 1/2 bath and saw a very large hammer on the floor. I braced myself for absolutely anything and asked what I thought was a straightforward, clear question with one of two answers:

"Who brought a hammer into the bathroom?" I asked.

"There was a spider," said Connor.

I said, "OK, but who brought a hammer into the bathroom?"

"I did," Connor said.

"Why did you need a hammer?"

"I told you. There was a spider."

"Where did you hit with the hammer?"

"I told you. On the spider."

"Yes, sweetheart, but where was the spider?"

"In the bathroom."

(Starting to grit my teeth a bit) "Yes, but where did you actually hit the hammer?"

"I told you. On the spider."

(I start looking around for cracks in the sink, holes in the wall, cracked toilet...)

Turning red..."Where was the spider when you hit him with the hammer?"

"I told you. In the bathroom."

"Yes, dear, but where was the spider crawling when you were hitting him with the hammer? Did you hammer the sink, the cabinet, the walls, WHAT?"

"No."

"Where did you hammer?"

"Around in here," pointing in a general area next to the toilet.

"Did you just hammer the floor?"

"Yes."

Starting to lose it a bit..."Could you please take the hammer and just pretending to hammer, please show me exactly what you did with the hammer on the spider?"

Connor proceeds to pretend to hammer all around the floor around the toilet.

I said, "Thank you. Now, where did you get this huge hammer?"

"Dad was going to hang a clock."

"OK, but when you decided to hammer the spider, where did you go to get the hammer?"

"My room."

"Take it back there, please."

I go into the bathroom to clean up the water around the toilet from it overflowing and guess what I saw on the wall next to the toilet? A curled up spider...on the wall...not the floor. At least there weren't any holes in the wall.

Figured I'd give you a laugh. That's what I have to do to keep from crying.

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Some of the just wonderfully stupid silly moments we have in our house... you gotta admit... they always keep us entertained...