Karma

I am forever telling my children, "What comes around, goes around." They don't get it and they don't care. They will care, though, when "it" starts to come back around in their direction.

Karma, boys.

Payback.

Revenge.

The ______ you give is the _______ you get.

I can't say it here, in this forum, so feel free to fill in the blanks.

Last week, one of my clients did something nice for me. She left me a little cellophane bag, wrapped in Halloween ribbon, filled with hand-made soaps. When I got home from work that day, I off-loaded my TrailBlazer (yes, I still have the TrailBlazer) and set the bag of soaps on the workbench. Unfortunately, that's all the farther I got with them.

Arriving home from class tonight, Dillon announces to me, "Dustin pulled a 'Papa'."

Oh, no.

"What'd he do?" Excite me, kid. I just came from Math class, Boy, and my brain looks like AND feels like cold, congealed scrambled eggs.

"Well, he cut the top off that little bag of stuff you had--"

And I fell-out laughing, because I could see it coming.

My child is SO predictable.

"and plopped one of those colored things into his mouth."

I cannot stop laughing.

From the other side of the garage, pipes one seriously pissed-off child, "It's not funny, MOM! It tasted AWFUL! It wasn't candy! It was SOAP!"

"And that's what my sassy-mouthed little boy gets for telling me "no" lately," I reminded Dustin.

"He couldn't get into the house fast enough to rinse his mouth," Dillon finished proudly. He is always so thrilled to share one of Dustin's screw-ups with me, since I'm so busy sharing Dillon's screw-ups with others. He's a teenager, he has about 50screw-ups a day...a good day.

There is payback. And if you're lucky, God let's you witness it.

But, only if you're lucky.