Busted

After being accused of stealing milk from kids, Uncle James decided to see what would happen if he really did steal milk from Katie. So one recent evening, James showed up at our house and made a beeline for the fridge. He then made a big point that he was stealing Katie's milk. Still in shock, Katie yelled, "No, Uncle James! You don't take my milk!"

"But I took Isabella and Zach's milk," James replied.

Katie's eyes got very big as she realized that James knew what she had said about him. Busted. How would she respond?

"No, Uncle Chris took their milk." When caught in a lie, it's always best to come up with another lie to cover your tracks. Right?

Uncle James

In the world according to Katie, Uncle James has been a very busy man lately. First of all, he is a composer. Last night Katie was singing "Jesus Loves Me" while she took a bath. She looked up and asked, "Mommy, who composed 'Jesus Loves Me'?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Maybe Uncle James," offered Katie.

"No, he didn't."

"Yes, he did." And that was that.

Then today I was telling Katie about the DeGarmo's camping trip. "Katie, do you want to know what happened when Isabella and Zach went camping last weekend? Someone stole their cooler with their milk in it! Can you believe that?"

"Who took their milk, Mommy?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe Uncle James took their milk."

"No. Uncle James did not take their milk."

"Yes, he did." And there it is, my brother is a real-life version of Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde, composing "Jesus Loves Me" by day and stealing milk from small children by night.