Have I ever mentioned that when children grow up, wise up, they also 'fess up? They do. And this morning I learned how another piece of our lives was broken. In the recent past, I was told how the kids behaved while we might have been away. The FHE assignment "house" was taken down and I was shown where it had been broken, glued back and never told. The same day I was shown my favorite yard stick...same scenario.
This morning I was talking with Jocelyn and she heard a noise. She continues talked as she walked up the steps. Then I heard a gasp, not really screams but definite whimperings. Then the phone went dead. I waited, sure that I'd get a call back and I did.
2 year old Guy had decided to climb his dresser, which toppled over, landed on top of him and broke. He's fine but the dresser isn't. I commented, how did I have 5 kids and no one climbed anything. And then I learned at least one of them did....Jocelyn.
Seems that when either Marissa or Jordan were infants, in the crib, and altho Jocelyn had been warned to NOT CLIMB up onto or into the crib, apparently she did. The side that goes up and down fell and she wondered if I had noticed that at some point it was broken. How unusual! I always wondered how the one side wouldn't work as well as it had. But it was a crib that 4 of my 5 kids used, I assumed it was just worn out. That's what moms get for assuming.
So we chalk up one more explanation for broken things. Makes me wonder how many more I will learn about before I die.