I Know Something You Don't Know

My children are into secrets.

They whisper and giggle and feel proud when sharing forbidden fruit. Of course, secrets don't stay "kept" for long. My boys soon sing like canaries and usually we all have a good laugh about it. Examples of recent truths uncovered:

- Every Friday morning is Donuts with Daddy. Who knew?
- When spending the night at my parents' house, dessert sometimes comes first.
- During well-checkup #6, my oldest told his pediatrician, "Mommy has tattoos."
- Dougie at school likes to pick his nose.

A classmate's mom sent home an invitation to her child's surprise party (at six years of age?) and I decided the party should remain a surprise for my children, too. That way everyone enjoys the event and no one remembers "those Robinson boys" in a negative way. As they get older, they might get better at keeping that which is private, private. Then again, maybe not. I am the worst - always have been. While growing up, my mom would say,

"Catherine, stop telling me everything."

In recent years, my husband has varied it a little.

"Jeez, Katie, there are some things I don't need to know."

My brother and sister constantly accuse me of oversharing. Feel their pain? I may blab about myself, but lips are sealed when someone else asks me not to tell. I've kept their secrets and yours, too. Even with a blog.

This particular site is like a confessional with postcards sent in anonymously. Read enough of them and it will creep you out. Too many people out there with heavy duty secrets. Sh*t that would keep me up at night.

I wonder if I have any secrets left to share. About myself and no one else. Hmmm, I don't think so. Chances are, if it's private and has anything to do with me, I've shared it with at least one other person. So it's not really a secret anymore...

Wait! There is one thing I've never told anyone. Not even you. It isn't juicy - my best friend and husband have first dibs on those. Just a bit embarrassing; promise not to hold it against me? Okay, here goes:

When a co-worker says something ridiculous, I glance to the side like a camera is there and make a face. Like Jim in The Office or Eddie Murphy in Coming to America. Except, obviously, there really was a camera on them.

And a camera is on me, too. In my mind's eye.

That's all I got. Wanna share something better than that? Go right ahead. I won't tell a soul.