The Craigslist Killer is Causing My Kids to Poop Play-doh

Hubby needs a car for work. We’ve been going the sum­mer with­out one for him as a way to save money. He needs to buy a car out­right or at a very low cost so we can go a while with­out hav­ing car pay­ments. We need to make some head­way on debt (read that as poor deci­sions before we had kids called “hey pri­vate stu­dent loans can’t be all that bad, right?”). It’s why we decided to buy a mini-van ver­sus leas­ing again, that & the leas­ing deals sucked BIG OLE ROTTEN EGGS.

So he has been look­ing. And look­ing. And look­ing. And did I men­tion that he has been look­ing. Or that it is almost time for school to start? For me next next week starts teach­ing again & for the kids the fol­low­ing week. That I need to get myself, you know GO TO WORK! And the kids might need to actu­ally get to school.

(We drive the kids to school. There’s no other option because there is no bus. It’s a pri­vate school. Yes, we looked at other options for school but this was the best fit for them. No I’m NOT judg­ing any­one for not doing like we do. Are you judg­ing me? I can feel judg­ment com­ing through the com­puter. Stop judg­ing me. Please stop, I’m fragile.)

The other night he was try­ing to look on Craigslist to find a car. The kids were play­ing nicely at the table with their play-doh in the kitchen. We were sit­ting in the liv­ing room talk­ing about what to do.

He thought he found one & asked me what I thought. Then I may have said some­thing like “I get ner­vous about those list­ings. What if the per­son who is list­ing the car is like that Craigslist killer? I mean you never know with peo­ple. Just think about ser­ial killers, they are lurk­ing every­where.” as my response to call­ing some­one about look­ing at a car.

It didn’t seem to bother him at first. But then after a few min­uted passed he started look­ing wor­ried. His brow began to get all fur­rowed (which is incred­i­bly cute, don’t tell him I called him “cute”, he’s a man, men want to be called more rugged manly terms like “hand­some” or “hot”).

A lit­tle bit later he asked “Do you think that would happen?”

“What would hap­pen?” I responded.

“You know, that some­one would really be list­ing a car but it’s a fake ad. Then I go there, I get killed & they steal my van. We need that van.”

“Honey, if you are dead the van would be the least of my prob­lems. And I didn’t mean to worry you. Seri­ously are you worried?”

“No, it’s fine. I think instead of Craigslist, I’ll just call around to some deal­ers & see what their hours are. Maybe some­one we know also knows of some­one who’s try­ing to sell a car.” (oh, yea not wor­ried at all)

We were then inter­preted from fur­ther talk about the car sit­u­a­tion by a child run­ning from the kitchen screaming.

“I AM POOPING ON YOU!!!!”

There was a response scream of equal delight from another one of my beau­ti­ful children.

“FOR ME TO POOP ON!!”

(hey kids, you aren’t Tri­umph the Insult Comic Dog)

Hubby was like Flash Gor­don on that one. Into the kitchen in less than 2 sec­onds flat. He is fast on his feet when there is talk ran­dom poop­ing going on.

Then I heard Hubby.

“WE DO NOT PRETEND TO POOP PLAYDOH OUT OUR BUTTS!!”

See if the Craigslist killer hadn’t caused need­less worry we would have noticed sooner that our chil­dren were decid­ing to take play-doh & make poop rolls out of it. And then decid­ing to pre­tend to poop the play-doh out of their lit­tle butts onto each other and onto the floor. Appar­ently will never find a car in time for the start of school with Craigslist giv­ing way to our fears & pre­tend poop being bandied around.

Tagged as: car, craigslist, playdoh, poop