He WHAT?!?!

on sunday, Trav's phone rang, i'm not sure what the ringtone is, but it's loud and obnoxious...I suppose that helps him to answer it rather than just letting it ring.  I was on the couch, assuming a typical Sunday position, and he started talking to the caller.

It's normally one of like four people - Josh (who was at our house, so it wasn't him), his parents (who we had just spent like three days with, so I was assuming it wasn't them), a client (those calls are always really short) or a solicitor (also a short call).  So he's listening and I'm wondering what's going on.

My boys have this special ability to show up anytime anyone is on a phone call and be disruptive.  So they walk into the living room, just about to open their mouths and bug their dad when he moves his phone away from his mouth and yells, "YOU TOOK A SHIT IN YOUR GRANDMOTHERS TRASH CAN!?!?!??!"

Both boys mouths open, jaws dropped, no words are formed, no objections made.  Eventually Aden manages to point to Austin, where Austin frantically exclaims, "Aden told me to!  He said it would be funny!"

Funny!?  I feel like we have very different definitions of funny.

I had a flash of that stupid Christmas Movie where the mother gets the phone call that Ralphie used the F word.  That she freaks out, comes unglued and stuffs a bar of soap in his mouth.

I sat on the couch, blinking.  Stunned.  They literally took a shit in their grandmother's trash can.  I managed to raise my arm to indicate they needed to go to their bedrooms and utter a, "now."

Two hours later they came back down, asking if they could be done upstairs and I asked them if they knew what they had done wrong.  They started laughing and giggling and couldn't hold a straight face so I sent them back upstairs.  This process repeated for a large portion of the afternoon/evening.  Eventually, they returned with faces that looked like remorse....might have just been defeat from being confined to their respective four walls, and two windows for the preceding 5 hours.  Either way.  They knew it was wrong, they knew it was gross.

The next day, Aden mentioned that his friends got to go to his Grandma's house for a WHOLE WEEK in the summer and Austin piped up, asking why they don't get to go to THEIR Grandma's house for a whole week...my reply was that Sam & Cam probably don't poop in their Grandmother's trash cans for fun.

Silence.

So WHY am I sharing this with you?  Because some day, this will be a funny story and I will want to remember it.

Evidently my MIL was telling hubby that SHE didn't want to call, that SHE didn't even think it was that big of a deal but that FIL thought it was something we should know.  You're damn right we should!!!!!  I realize that they love our boys no matter what stunt they pull, and so do I - but there is NO WAY they were going to get away with THAT.  I was grateful that she called.  Grossed out.  Embarrassed as HELL.  But Glad.