Yesterday ET (my 14-year-old) came to me in a state of high excitement. She insisted she’d found a dead body in the woods near our house.
Well, what she actually said she’d found was a freshly-dug grave!
(She said it in italics like that too.)
Obviously I highly doubted that there was a corpse stashed away in our neighborhood. Plus I was busy watching the twins. ET found this attitude very offensive.
She texted her friends indignantly, “I found a dead body and my mom doesn’t believe me!!!!!!!!!”
I asked her to wait until her father got home and present him with her alleged evidence, arguing that dead bodies definitely fall under the heading of The Man’s Job. She said it was going to be dark before he came home, and that GG and Boo could watch the twins for a minute.
So Little Miss Nancy Drew insisted on taking me to view the crime scene. Unfortunately it involved me hiking uphill on a pebbly path in my flip-flops.
While we walked, ET told me her various theories of how the freshly-dug grave came to be there.
ET: There was a patch of freshly-turned dirt marked by a wooden cross. I’ll bet there’s a serial killer on the loose around here.
Me: There’s no serial killer, honey.
ET: MOM! Serial killers EXIST you know. They’re not mythical creatures!
Me: Okay. Why would a serial killer mark the grave like that that?
ET: Because he’s crazy!
Me: I think you’ve been watching too much Bones and Criminal Minds.
ET: So maybe there was some man who got drunk and got in a big fight with his wife and then he killed her and then he was afraid someone would find out and so he dug a grave and hid her in the woods.
Me: Again, why mark the grave? Isn’t the point to hide the body?
ET: Duh! It’s his WIFE! He FEELS bad!
Me: (Giant sigh) (Much puffing from walking uphill) Are we almost there?
ET: Or what if it’s one of the construction workers? Like if one of them got killed on the job and then they didn’t want the boss to know so they hid the body with the woods? But they mark it with a cross to show he was a good guy or whatever.
Me: Okay. You’ve GOT to stop watching Bones and Criminal Minds.
It was like talking to Velma from Scooby Doo, but with fewer facts.
When we finally got there, it was obviously a pet grave. There was NO WAY it was big enough for a person. It was not even big enough for anything larger than a cat. I pointed out that there was actually the outline of a box in the hole, less than two feet long.
She tried to insist that a person really could fit in there, but she was losing steam.
I said that if she really wanted to dig up poor Fluffy and make sure, she could be my guest, but fortunately the sight of the box convinced her.
So we headed back downhill. ET was very disappointed.
Real life is so much less exciting than TV.
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