Last night I was out walking the dog down by the park when my neighbor pulled into the parking lot to drop off some kids. My neighbor is V. the mother of K, the girl who watched my cats while we were on vacation (I posted THIS the other day how when she came over to get paid we were searching the house for Maxfield).
There was some small talk. V asked about our vacation. I asked her if K had any problems and thanked V for allowing her daughter to Cat-Sit for us. She responded that K enjoyed it and was happy to do it and would be willing to do it again in the future. I chuckled and then I said.
“Did she tell you we lost our son?”
The look on her face was one of horror. Her mouth dropped open and she covered it with her hand, “Oh Gosh” she muttered.
I then realized what I said and had to explain the whole story to her. “No. I mean we found him….it’s just that…Okay that was bad choice of words. I meant he was playing hide and seek with us when she came over and….No. Max is okay. We were just embarrassed that we lost him in front of the babysitter…I mean we couldn’t find him. She waited while we were searching for him. Your daughter probably thinks we are nuts.”
She looked relieved and said, “Oh. Okay. For a second there I thought…well you seemed too happy for something like that to have happened.”
“Sorry for that. I should have used a better choice of words. Uhhh. Good night.”
Now the mother thinks we are nuts.