Lucky you.... Mom had eyes in the back of her head. She knew before we ever got home.
yeah, she never asked I never told...
only time I got into trouble sort of was when we almost burned down the garage playing with matches...
came home, my mum was watching tv in mum's chair still had her apron on, dad is reading a book in dad's chair ...
just made it home by the skin of my teeth before dark because I needed permission from dark on to be out and they had to know where I was...slammed myself onto the couch.
Mum: were you playing with matches after dinner.
Me: no
Mum: don't lie, you know I don't like liars. Were you playing with matches out in the back after dinner.
Me: yeah maybe
Mum: with arms folded turns back to the TV set saying nothing further...
I wait.... my dad glances over the top of his book, says nothing, looks at my mum, goes back to his book.
Nothing
My heartbeat speeds up bangs harder and harder by the second, rings in my ears, the room feels like it might spin away...it gets hotter and hotter by the moment... nothing...I keep stealing looks over at my mum, she continues to watch TV.
Finally after 30 seconds that took 10 years off of my youth... I ask very softly ...why?
Because you almost burned the garage down. The leaves in the crate where you hid the book of matches caught fire. When Jack (neighbour) saw the flames they were two feet high. He used a pail of water.
I am listening and sweating my guts out.
Mum: sometimes you haven't the common sense you were born with. That could have been a disaster. Eyes back to the TV set.
I never ever played with matches again. That was a quiet night in the old homestead let me tell ya.