The smile on his face looks a little suspicious. Very Calvin-Hobbish.  I glance at him and he tugs his notebook. I brush it off. This king of doodling and prince of surprises is always up to something.  Eventually he will spill the beans, no time to investigate further. I get the breakfast ready and dash off for my 8:00 am team call. 

Team call done, I take a mental stock of what’s on my plate for the rest of the day and head to warm my mug of kanji. I open the draw relying on my muscle memory to grab the spoon without even looking at the cabinet. My hands sense round plastic bowls not the long stainless steel handles. I bend down and see a disarray of bowls and plastic plates that we seldom use taking prime position in the shelf. I open the next drawer and see the silverware organizer on that shelf.

What? what’s going on? Who switched this around? Why would someone do this? I want to raise my voice and make my displeasure clearly known. How much work have you created for me? Whoever did this take responsibility to clean this out. But of course all this monologue is happening in my head because the rest of the household is either on work call or virtual classrooms. I grit my teeth. Then I pause and my eyes rest on this little fella squinting back at me and sticking his tongue out.

I burst out laughing. This was the best gotcha moment. Thank God for 10-year olds who still have reserves of silliness and pranks to remind me what an uptight fool I am rest of the year! This guy now takes the esteemed position right above my sink, taunting me to act silly, and indulge in whimsy every once in a while.