Placing blame

While all frantic today between the Guys fixing my chimney flue that was crumbling to the ground and the bathroom guy bringing me my drwings I was jugling the little guy. It was after lunchtime and I usually put him infront of a movie for a little peace and some winding down. I put him in the den with his favorite Heffalump (Lumpy) movie.

The phone rings and it was my friend Deena. Its been a week so we were catching up briefly while my son dissapears. Where did he go? Well the TV in the den just wasnt good enough for him. He decided that he HAD to watch a movie on the wide screen, high def plasma TV with the plush comfy couch and the movie ambiance. I find him in the basement (where the movie setup is) with the 5 disk changer open and he is holding a dvd that formerly lived in the player. Lo and behold the movie that he had captured was the Heffalump Halloween movie. Who would have thought? So he places the movie back in its spot and pushes the drawer shut.

"No!!!!!", I say sternly. "dont push it. Press the button." He knows where the button is because thats how he got it open in the first place. He did it again. he opened the drawer with the button and pushed the drawer closed. He kept trying to do it. As i was trying to pull him away so i can start the movie (so he would stop touching the player) the drawer wouldnt close. Yp, thats it. It was broken. I could have sworn that he shoved an extra DVD into the player and it was stuck. So i get a screwdriver and open the whole thing up and take the disks out. No extra dvd. WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO?

So i put it back together. Plug it back in and try to press the buttons. Nothing. He officially broke it.

Later that evening I call the husband (i want to come up with a cool name for him like 'the tech geek') and say that his son broke something. So immediately his day went from bad to worse. He thought it was the TV and was a bit relieved it was the DVD player instead. I guess thats a good way to think of things. If you think of the worst, whatever you hear would be a blessing. Unless you what is the worst and well, that just sucks. So he tells me he will try to return it to the store tomorrow. Thank god he keeps all the boxes to everything he purchases.

So I put J on the phone with daddy. "Did you break my dvd player?", asks Daddy. And as clear as day, without a single doubt or hesitation, the kid responds, "Yes."

J starts to mumble about how mommy was trying to fix it. Then daddy asks, I guess to make sure that I wasnt putting the blame on our child, "Did mommy break the DVD player?" "No Daddy, J---- broke it!"