Tonight, I heard my youngest upstairs getting into something. I ask, "What are you doing?"
His reply? "Nothing."
Now, my son is three, and he's never said that before. I expect that kind of ambiguity from my nine-year-old, not my three-year-old, so I say, "That's not true. You must be doing something. What are you doing?"
I couldn't help but laugh.
So, what was he doing? He was playing with his sisters toys, which he knows she gets grumpy about. Since she was in the shower, he could get into them without her knowledge, and since both me and his mom were downstairs, it seemed clear he could get away with it. Ah, the lessons each child learns ...
Fine: be that way, Mr. Raccoon.
1 day ago