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The Statute of Limitations has run out.
Or so I assume.
It’s been thirty years.
Maybe I should explain…
Every morning, rain or shine (okay, preferably shine) my
daughter and I go for our morning walk.
We’ve been doing it since grade eight (hers, not mine) and we
have a wonderful ramble and always a great talk.
This morning, the air was noticeably cooler. A few leaves
have changed colour and are falling.
Our favourite time of year.
I guess it brought out the urge to confess.
At least one of us was a bit more garrulous than usual…
Our route took us past the house we lived in when we first
moved to our little town of Beaumont.
Where her eldest daughter’s classmate/friend now lives.
This is how the conversation went:
Granddaughter: This is where my friend lives!
Daughter: I wonder if they got the smell of pee out of the
heat register.
Me: …….
Daughter: When I was three or four, you would wrap me in a
towel after my bath and send me into my room to get my jammies on. I was too
warm and comfy to go back into the bathroom and use the toilet, so I just stood
over the heat register.
Me (you’ll just have to picture the mouth dropping open):
!!!!!
Daughter: Yeah. I figured it would go along the pipes
and down to the sewer like it does in the bathroom.
Me: I have no words.
Daughter: There’s a blog post for you!
Me (rubbing hands together gleefully): Heh. Heh. Heh.
P.S. When I told this story to Husby, he rolled his eyes. “And
here I spent all that time trying to get the smell of cat pee out of the
carpets from the former owners (they had four cats who liked to do their
business behind the wet bar in the basement). Little did I know it was an ongoing
and current problem.”
Emphasis on ‘going’.
