About 3 weeks ago, Steve discovered his bank card was gone. He was in a panic and assumed he had left it in the ATM last time he was at the bank. He called around to every bank he could have been to, no one could find it, and he eventually had to cancel the card, put a block on it, and have a new one issued. The whole ordeal took days. We watched our accounts and made sure there was no suspicious activity for a couple weeks. Then, yesterday, I was putting away Wm's laundry and opened his miscellaneous stuff drawer to stick his bathing suit in there now that swimming is done for a bit. Guess what was in there? Steve's bank card. I go, "What is this?" and Wm goes, "Oh yeah, I hid that from Daddy a while ago and then forgot about it."
After returning from Whole Foods...
Steve: Cory, can you grab the iPad?
Me: Yep, got it.
Steve: Where are the bags?
Me: I have those too. All of them. I have everything. [sigh] On Mother's Day. No...don't worry...I've got it. Don't worry about me...
Steve: Mother's Day? More like Martyr's Day.
Wm: What's a martyr?
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