I have blogged on a few different occasions about “The Infamous Not Me” . If you are unfamiliar with him then you can can click here and here to learn about this stealthy person. I must admit, he is one sneaky bastard! He does more around here than anyone else. I have also blogged in the past about my oldest son and his apparent love for lying. He tries to be sneaky but he isn’t very good at it. I will be the first to admit that he is a genius. He just uses his power for evil and not good. If his ability to be sneaky ever caught up to his intelligence then the world is definitely in trouble.
Months ago, after several chances, my wife and I took his computer away. He was trying to be sneaky and hiding his Facebook posts from my wife and I as well as anyone who could get this info back to us. That compounded with the inappropriate things he was posting lost him the privilege to have a computer.
During the last few months, he hasn’t so much as seen his laptop. It wasn’t until we moved into the new house that the laptop resurfaced. I am not used to seeing it anymore so I didn’t notice when I no longer saw it. That was, until today.
My daughter tells me first thing this morning that after we went to bed last night, my son mysteriously signed on and off to Skype. That’s a pretty good trick considering he has no device in his possession that connects to the internet. At least, so I thought!
My son lingered upstairs this morning much more than usual. I don’t know if this is because he was hiding something or because he was just being his anti-social self. I wanted him to come downstairs so that I could venture into the black hole which is his room and see if he was hiding the laptop in there. When he finally comes down, I waited a little while to go up and check as to not make it obvious. Once in his closet, I noticed a sweatshirt that doesn’t fit him anymore ominously wrapped around something. Can you guess what it was?
I have spent the better part of an hour trying to get into his computer just so I can flat out bust him. I know he is guilty as sin but I like to go into these things with full on ammo. If I don’t then I know exactly what he will happen. I will ask him how that got into his room. His answer will be (as always), “Not me…I don’t know how that got in my closet, wrapped up in my old sweatshirt”. Apparently not only has “Not Me” struck again, but he has now mastered the art of magic! He magically unlocked his closet, and magically wrapped up the laptop in the sweatshirt, and also magically used the internet under my sons name! What the hell am I gonna do with this kid.This blog may contain links to sponsored content. Please see my disclosure policy for details.