He also knows when you’ve been blabbing

Alright, so here’s the deal.  I’ve told you that I’m surprise challenged.  I can’t take it.  Really.  I’m 41 years old and my husband still can’t bring my presents into the house until Christmas Eve due to the very real fear that I’ll get up in the dark of the night and unwrap them to find out what they are, re-wrap them and then do an outstanding job of being “surprised” on Christmas morning.

I try.  I really do, but their call is too strong.  I can hear it when I’m sleeping, burrowing into my dreams and begging to be discovered. 

Additionally, my hard and fast rule is: anything that comes in the mail is free game and will be opened in the yard on the way in from the mail box.  I honestly don’t understand people who can wait.  I don’t think we’re even from the same species.

How is this for a cruel twist of fate.  Now, I have a five year old who absolutely can’t keep a secret.

Mom was over last weekend to do the ritual cookie baking.  We did it at my house because we knew Sassy and The Bandit would want to help however, at my house, once they got bored, there’d be stuff for them to wander off and do.  At some point, the seven year old asked Grandma to tell her some of the presents she bought.  Of course, Bandit wasn’t about to be left out and said he wanted to know, too. 

I warned my Mom, “Don’t tell him anything.  He can’t keep a secret.”

“I know,” she replied. 

Umhummm.

So the three of them trooped off to the hall so Grandma could whisper without my dog-like hearing picking anything up.  I am certain Grandma had barely let the last syllable leave her lips before the boy was back in the kitchen.

“Grandma got you some special pe…..”  He got that much out before I slapped my hand over his mouth.

How fair is this?  I’m dying to know and yet it’s not very sporting to allow him to tell me like that.

Sassy is thrilled because I’ve given her carte blanche to lie to him.  I’ve explained that it only applies to Christmas, but somehow I don’t think that stipulation has fully registered in her brain.  I’ve got no choice though, because otherwise he’d blab everything he new.

It’s a cruel, cruel world.