Here’s what happened:
Our Aristocats book was lightly scribbled in by one of my daughters years ago, like so:
When Joe asked about it, I told him his sister had done it. The next day, I discovered more scribbles, like so:
“Joe, did you scribble in this book?” Parenting note: I already knew the answer to this question, so I shouldn’t have worded it in such a way that would encourage him to lie. Nevertheless, it was the first shocked response to come out of me.
He responded: “No.”
“Oh really?” I said. “Then who did?”
“Your sister is old enough now to know better. I know you did this, Joe. Would you please say, ‘I’m sorry I colored in the book'”?
“I’m sorry you colored in the book.”
I had to call in reinforcements at that point, I was so bothered. I mean, MY child be a smart aleck? Hubby, once apprised of the situation, talked sense into our son and got him to apologize.
But this sweet little boy? The one who wanted to take a bath so he tried to get undressed himself??
Sigh. It’s a good thing he’s so cute.
In other news, I made a startling observation while grocery shopping the other day. If everyone dresses like this, how will store keepers know who the bandits are?
How have your shopping experiences been? A friend didn’t know stores even WERE open and was just ordering everything online. I’ll tell you what, though, having a garden, fruit trees, and chickens has been awesome. If only we had a dairy cow, too. Anyone else feeling some farmer tendencies coming on?