When I was a kid, my mom somehow always knew when I was up to no good. It was like she had a sixth sense about these things. When I got older I wondered if I would ever be as good as a mom as she and be able to detect mischief brewing. As it seems lately with my 3 year old, a sixth sense isn't required - he'll just tell me.
A couple nights ago in the bathtub, Coulson is playing with a toy cup. He looks at me with a sweet smile and says in a sing-songy voice, "Don't watch me." Thinking he's planning to give me one of his "gifts" (usually a toy wrapped in a washcloth), I pretend to cover my eyes. He proceeds to pour the cup of water directly onto his brother's face - he knows this is a forbidden activity. As I pull him out of the tub, he cries in his defense: "But you weren't supposed to see it. I told you not to watch!"
This morning at breakfast he claimed to be cold. Now if you have spent any time with my son lately, you know that he is perpetually in his underwear. Being the cheap home economist that I am, I plan to break this habit in the winter by keeping the thermostat low. So when he complained about being cold, I told him he should put on a shirt. But no, he wanted a blanket. I insisted on the shirt. He replies "No Mommy. You take the shirt back to my bedroom, then I'll sneak in my bedroom and get the blanket. Is that a good deal?" Um, no.
And later today, I told him not to bang the toy airplane into wall and left the room to go clean the kitchen. One minute later, he comes into the kitchen and says, "I tricked you Mommy. I banged the airplane softly." Thanks for the info kid; now give me the plane and take your time-out ;-)
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Ha! Okay, that's funny. I wonder what he's going to do when he's older and decides he's going
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