Powers of Deduction

This week, one of the teachers at school casually mentioned something about me being gone on Monday. Indeed, I had been gone before the kids got up for school. This niggled at me all day, until I realized why. I hadn't told anyone at the school that I had a Dr's apt. early on Monday. Now, this is a small town, and like most small towns, good or bad, your news gets spread instantaneously. This can be good when you are selling your house, or bad... like when some people threw a surprise baby shower for me because someone else thought I'd bought a test kit at the drug store. Yes, awkward. This time, however, I suspected some simple powers of deduction were all that were needed. I asked an unidentified Dickey child what they had worn to school. The child showed me after ensuring their identity would be protected. "Daddy made me." the victimized child reported. "They were clean and dry." Mr. Dickey retorted. "How was I to know they didn't match? They all had pink. and flowers. You can wear flowers with flowers, right?"

Next time I won't forget to set the clothes out.

Til' next post. ei