Familial Research and Development

I've had a couple of kids (well, okay-one kid and his spouse) ask for this story so here it is. It was time. Not what we really wanted, because parting is so hard and it was another admission that the glory days of raising teens had peaked and was no on the downhill side. This was the second time for her. This would be her last year at Rick's. She was moving back to finish her Associates Degree. This would be our last easy chance to go see Yellowstone. We already had to drive all the way to Rexburg, what was a few more miles among friends, right? So we left a day or two early so we could drive around and look at the sights and make some awesome memories. Who came? Dove, me, Camel, Potentially Dangerous, Jammin' and one of her roommates. Just Altogether stayed home for HS Theater commitments and Reverently Sweet stayed to take care of the children's businesses (3 newspaper routes). We rented a van and because it was cheaper (from that vendor, at that time) to just have ...

Seriously, I have NO idea how that got up there. First of all it was kept in the bathroom way up where I couldn't reach it AND there was no stool AND I was too little (and ignorant) to be able to climb on the toilet and get into the cabinet where it was kept so I KNOW it wasn't me. Also I couldn't climb up on the top bunk AND I certainly couldn't carry a tube of toothpaste and climb up AND I didn't have the capacity to throw it up there. It's totally understandable that my parents were upset that the toothpaste was wasted. Minimum wage was like 50 cents/hour and a tube cost pretty close to a dollar. It was a new thing to be able to buy toothpaste in a tube. Up until then you used baking soda (not powder) or you bought a can of tooth powder to sprinkle on your tooth brush and then brushed your teeth. All I know for sure is I was taking a nap when the deed occurred. Later when dad got home from work he got upset when he was sitting back relaxing in the front room ...