bad children

finishing the day, these two (who remain nameless-if you beleive that, you don't read this very often) showed up in my back area looking for me. without hesitation, this is what i got. "we had a bad day. miss terry was yelling at us for no reason because she couldn't find her keys." as well as i know these two, i jumped to the conclusion that they had done something, or at least knew about whatever was done.............. turns out they are perfect (yeah, that was just a dream statement. he he). terry follows out shortly thereafter and i told her the version i got. she laughed and proceeded to tell me that for 20 minutes she couldn't find the keys (which she left in the ignition) and her son fabian never "heard" her tell him to put his shoes on. amazingly enough after enough time had elapsed, the keys magically appeared on the drivers seat (no one knew how they got there) and fabian still had no shoes on which she decided to not care. she showed up here with 2 screaming children (hers) and two very happy blaming anyone else for all problems (mine). i couldn't possibly be more proud.