Him: (In his, "I'd better tell mom before she finds out for herself" tone of well acted concern) "Mom, MOM! My pillow slip has a bullet hole in it!"
Me: (without even looking at said bullet hole) "That's not a bullet hole, that's where you dropped a match on it and it burned a hole. You're lucky you didn't light yourself or the house on fire."
Him: (looks at me with confused shock and awe)
Me: "It makes you crazy that I know everything doesn't it?"
Him: (Sheepishly busted) "Yes, yes it does."
About a 1/2 an hour earlier I was cleaning the kids bathroom and found a spent wooden match on the floor behind the toilet. I wonder how old before he realizes the trash is the best place to hide the evidence?