Busted

For faithful readers, you know that Tom and I spent a recent weekend cleaning out the garage and giving our unneeded stuff to charity, including the desk. And if you don't know the background about the desk, you should read up on it first. And for those of you who are parents, especially of kids older than ours, you'll read this and say, you should have known this was going to happen!

We were riding in the minivan with Tom's parents. Tom's mom got the job of chatting with Tobey in the 3rd row while we were driving to wherever we were driving. I don't even know what they were talking about, if anything, because we had barely gotten onto Fremont Avenue when Tobey said:

Tobey: "We just donated a lot of things!"
Tom's mom: "Oh yeah?"
Tobey: "Yeah. And we donated the big desk!"
Tom's mom: "Oh..."

Meanwhile, Tom and I are in the front seats, sitting in silent terror, wondering if the conversation was going to reveal that we donated the very desk that she was hoping we would keep. She never asked which desk or what the desk looked like and luckily Tobey never volunteered the information either. The conversation just kind of ended there in awkward silence and we moved on from there.

The whole point of us donating our stuff was so that we could get rid of it (and desk) quickly before Tom parents arrived. We were hoping "out of sight, out of mind" since Tom's mom hasn't seen or asked about the desk in ages. But Tobey had different plans and I guess only time will tell if Mom caught on which desk we got rid of.

Tom thought, at least it wasn't worse. At least we didn't try to get Tobey not to say anything. At least he wasn't like, "We donated that desk, but I'm not supposed to tell you." Hopefully if and when that happens, it will be for a secret less important than this one.