I left the house yesterday to go over and move more stuff from the old house. My office was a disaster. Boxes everywhere. Bills and memos in multiple piles as I tried to catch up on weeks of paperwork. I even had an external hard drive hooked up to the computer on my desk with a cord hanging between the desk and the wall outlet.
Before I left, I gave all of the kids explicit instructions not to go in my office under any circumstances. Upon my return, I sat at my desk. Something seemed off. The mouse was on the left side of the keyboard. Strange, since I'm right-handed. I figured I must have done it myself somehow. Surely none of the kids would have entered after my dire warning. I looked at the papers in their piles. Nothing seemed amiss. The poorly-placed hard drive was still in place. Hmmm.
I moved my mouse and the computer came alive. AHA!!! The desktop had clearly been tampered with! There were three new unnamed folders! And I was looking back at myself with crazy googly-eyes as the photo booth app was in use! Who could have done this dastardly deed!?! I felt the fuse light within me. I kept my voice soft but intense, so all would know of this great wrong that had been dealt me. "Does anyone know who played with my computer?" Parker: "Is there a problem with it." Me (slightly sheepish): "Well, no, (now feeling more self-assured) but I told everyone not to come in my office!" Parker: "How do you know someone messed with the computer?" Me: "Well, there were some new folders created and photo booth was open."
Parker: "Did someone take a picture of themself?"
Me (now feeling not just sheepish, but pretty dumb): "Uhhhhh. I don't know. Let's see."
And here we have our rather unsubtle culprit:
A cute little "I'm sorry dad!" and all is forgiven. My computer and I live to fight another day!