My youngest daughter has one particular friend that’s like a reporter on Entertainment Tonight, telling the inside scoop about her family to anybody and everybody. When she eats dinner with us, all I have to do is ask, “How’s the family?” And she’s off and running with juicy gossip. After awhile I don’t care if the stories are true as they’re all good. I’m sure she’s told us things her family wished she hadn’t. She’s the family snitch. Every family has one. In my family it’s our youngest daughter – the one who was the latest talker. Go figure. She’s making up for it now.

She snitched on me when I threw my husbands grass covered (disgusting) socks out. Who knew she was watching? She snitched on me when I made a drink and didn’t share with my husband. I don’t feel bad because as I’ve said before, the man’s not a sharer (see  previous blog.) She snitched on me when the cop asked if I knew how fast I was going and she said, “Oh yes, she did.” She snitched on me when she told a friend, “Her baby was the ugliest baby I’ve ever seen.”

I have to be careful around her by watching everything I say and do because one day it’ll be her at a friend’s house telling her parents stories about me; if she hasn’t already.

 

“No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.”

Bertrand Russell

One Response to “Big Snitch”

  • rita says:

    IT WAS REFRESHING BEING REMINDED OF THE HONEST INNOCENCE OF YOUTH.
    i remember sharing family “moments” when I was younger because it seemed interesting to me and thought it should be shared. Wish the excitement of the child would be with us always.

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