Latest Tom-ism

I needed to clean the house, but if you've read my blog you know I need a diet coke to start and it must be a fountain drink. I told Tom I was going to get a drink and to watch Cayden. He was engrossed in his football game but DID respond ok. I started to back out of the driveway when Cayden came running into the garage in his jammies and barefeet crying. He wanted to come with me, my little social boy who always wants to go somewhere and do something. I put him in the car and waited a minute for Tom to come out looking for him. No Tom. So I left. I thought about calling Tom but decided to wait to see if he would call me. I wanted to see if he'd notice Cayden wasn't there. No call. So we went to McDonalds, stopped at Nat's house to borrow a carpet cleaner and headed home. Finally I called Tom and being the part German that I am, needing to teach others a lesson, decided to test him. "Tom, go ask Cayden if he wants a Happy Meal". I hear him looking around and calling him. He comes back. "He's not answering" "Well go find him" "No, just get him one".....pause....."Do you realize Cayden isn't even there?" "He's not?" "No, I can't believe you didn't notice he was gone!" "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wanted to see if you'd notice" and TA DA...words of wisdom...."Well I would have noticed he wasn't here if you'd told me!" Oh. Ok. I'll remember that. Sharp as a tack, that one.