Anytime me or hubby goes near his room as if they are threatening to go in, Jason leaps three feet into the air and flashes in before us to block the path or magically "find" what was hopelessly lost (aka the colored pencils his sister needed) a moment before.
Some might say this sends up red flags that I should be dipping test sticks in the toilet to check for drugs. Or that I should employ a Drug Swat Team to run a comprehensive search.
However, in Jason's case, I think it more likely that his drug of choice will make itself known in the form of potato chip bags and candy bar wrappers. Or, of course, the Gameboy that he has "lost" -- so that we can't confiscate it during this time of Video Game Restriction.
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