When Sacha asked, "Mom what is the most valuable thing in our house?" I thought it a strange question and told him so. He gave me that sideways look as one does when one is being sneaky and teasing at once, "Because if you and dad die before Chelsea or me, I want to pick the good stuff, to resale it you know. I want to be one up on Chelsea." Then he laughed at his own clever thinking.
Later I asked Chelsea, if she knew what the most valuable thing was in our house. She looked at me oddly, "No. Why?" So I gave her that sideways look that Sacha had given me adding, "Because Sacha knows. And he doesn't even have a masters in business. He is calculating what to scoop on to resale if Daddy and I die before the two of you."
Chelsea laughed, then mumbled, "Ding dong brother," then asked, "… and what should I scoop up first?"
Well considering most the stuff is our house is either:
OLD
WORN
PEELING
CRACKED
TORN
TARNISHED
OR
ON ITS LAST LEG
BARELY HANGIN',
and only valuable to one person's eyes namely mine.
I told Chelsea what I told Sacha earlier, "Take the orange armoire 'cause it has chocolate inside."
Both of them shook their heads, and had the same response, "Mom."
Yet I could tell they were going to go for the chocolate the moment I left the room.
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