Daddy is being sneaky...

We love days when Josh is home from work. He loves to play and the kids love all the extra attention they get when he is around. So last night I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner and Josh and the girls are in the backyard playing. All of the sudden I hear clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk... Then I hear it again... It only took me a second to realize that Daddy was teaching a game that he probably shouldn't be teaching. It's called... Throw a ball onto the roof and catch it when it rolls back down...
After a few minutes of clunking above my head, Josh comes in the back door and then out the front door. I didn't really think anything of it, but Elizabeth comes running in the house yelling for dad. I let her know that she needs to stay in the backyard because I don't know what Josh is doing and I don't want her running up and down the street looking for him. Then she says, "Mom, Dad is just getting the yellow ball!" I say ok, but insist that she needs to wait for him in the backyard.
Josh comes back in without a ball, so I ask him, "Did you find the ball?"
Looking dumbfounded, He says, "How did you know I lost a ball?"
to which I replied, "Well I heard you throwing it up on the roof, and when Elizabeth said you were looking for the ball, I knew you had thrown it over the roof."
For some reason he thought he was in trouble... Unlike a mother... he does not have an image of 10 years down the road when his child attempts to throw a ball onto the roof and crashed it through a window!!!



I guess if he really didn't want me to know about it, then he shouldn't have let Elizabeth photograph it...