A week.. two weeks.. quite a while ago, I asked Kendall what he thought we should get daddy for Fathers Day.
“Do you think he’d like a tool belt?” I finally asked after hearing out Kendall’s suggestions – like Power Rangers, candy, and Playdoh.
“Sure!” he replied, clearly on board.
“It’s a secret, okay? You can’t tell daddy. Alright?” I whispered, feeling a little more confident than I have in the past that a now 4-year old could maybe be trusted.
I snuck out of the house today to go to Home Depot for a nearly last minute gift pickup. I wound up getting a tool “caddy” a tool “tote” and a canvas tool “apron.” (The guy is forever wandering around looking for his hammer and tape measure while he’s fixing and building things. They are all much needed.)
I also came home with two arms full of groceries, to a crying, sick toddler. I dropped everything on the table, scooped Leyna up from Scott’s arms and told him to just avoid going out to the Jeep until I could get some “things” out of it.
Of course, we both completely forgot about that agreement when he and Kendall took off on an ice cream run tonight.
“Jill, uh… don’t you need to get something out of the Jeep?” he asked sheepishly as he walked back in the door.
“Oh, shoot! Did you see it?” I asked.
“No. I mean, I saw something but I don’t know what it is,” he tried his best to lie. He’s terrible at lies.
From behind Scott, in an excited whisper, Kendall tugged on his shirt and said, “It’s a TOOL BELT! Dad, dad, it’s a tool belt.” Scott laughed and played dumb. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
“Mom, dad? Come ON you guys. IT’S A TOOL BELT!” he shouted, not understanding why we didn’t seem to hear him.
“Well, technically it’s not a tool belt. So, you’ll still be surprised… a little.”