The bread machine that we use almost everyday started to make a strange noise from time to time. Disappointed, I rushed over to the trusty thing and expected to find that finally, after such a long appreciated service, it was giving out. I opened the top and watched the thing mix the dough around and around silently until I found the culprit. All of a sudden I heard the sound again; clink, clink, clink. It was hard to see at first because it was white like the dough… it was a marble!
I knew full well how it got there, but I decided to ask the family, who were all sitting in the livingroom. Tongue in cheek, I went around the room saying… “Did you put the marble in the bread machine?”. I saved the youngest to the last. I love the preschool age. They are so innocent and haven’t fully figured out how to lie. Often, when they figure out how to write their name, they get so ambitious they write it on everything… even things that shouldn’t be written on. It’s hilarious when the criminal signs their own name at the crime scene.
I got to the youngest, and he answered with a big old grin on his face, “Yeeeeesss”. He admitted it right off the bat! It was hard for me to reprimand him at the time. He was truthful and told me that he did it. It was such a funny crime… no harm done. Anyway, his smile was so cute that I had to work hard from smiling myself.
I told him that it probably wasn’t a good idea since it would not feel so good to have a broken tooth if it so happened to be missed and baked into bread rolls. I left the room pondering how on earth did that even cross his mind to put a marble in the bread machine? But, I have to admit, it was brilliant… and I am going to have to remember the gag for the next April Fools Day.