It seems that a childhood house guest of my family, has taken up residence in my home with my little family.
He/she is fondly known as the “Not Me Ghost”.
He/she makes frequent appearances, but isn’t seen by anyone when he/she shows up.
We only see the aftermath.
When things are askew, something broken, a mess made, my favorite treat polished off, garbage on the floor, or other unpleasant happenings occur, and the question is asked, “Who did this?” it is answered by a chorus of “Not me!” (I am positive that this will be Peyton’s next learned phrase.)
And there you have it, the “Not Me Ghost” has paid us a visit.
I have noticed his/her visits are happening more frequently, and so have our little talks about honesty, and making good choices.
I wish I could remember how long it took until the “Not Me Ghost” stopped visiting my house growing up.. I wonder if he/she visits there now, of course only to visit our offspring, my parents grandchildren.. maybe relive a few fond memories?
Maybe the more frequent visits will make it necessary to finish one of those basement bedrooms just for his/her comfort.
I would hate to not be hospitable.