Following the Rules

Today, while doing some laundry, I found my daughters flower pillow in the laundry basket. I picked it up, walked into the kitchen and tossed it over the bar into the living room. And I went back to doing laundry.



A few minutes later, my son Zach comes into the laundry room and asks

"Who threw that pillow at me! You throw it, Mom? Dad says so!"

"Yep, I did. I tossed it right over there to the couch."

He looks at me with a look of disbelief, shakes his head and walks away.

And then I hear my Husband laughing. I step out of the laundry room, to see Zach still shaking his head standing between the kitchen and dining room. Right next to the bar I tossed the pillow over... and his hands are on his hips. He looks at me, with the most serious expression I've ever seen and says...

"We don't throw things in the house, Mom."

To which my Husband just had to say, with the biggest smile ever....

"He told you!"

Yep, bad mom. Bad Bad Mom. She wasn't following the rules.

I'll try to do better.