My husband says we have a sixth child living here, a child nobody sees. His name is “Not Me”.
Who left these dirty socks in the floor?
“Not me!”
Who threw this toy in the toilet?
“Not me!”
Who wrote on the pantry wall?
“Not me!”
So, Little Man exercised a rare moment of artistic inspiration in Sunday school. Afterwards, he presented his masterpiece to his Dad.
“I made a wanted poster for Not Me, and it turns out he doesn’t look anything like me at all.”
