01.16.08
Busted!
Son: Can I have a piece of candy? I finished all of my dinner.
Me: Sure.
Son: Skittles?
Me: That’s fine.
Son gets candy…
Son: I have to, ahhhh, go upstairs for something….
I turn around and son has his jacket on with bulging pockets. Hmmmm. Interesting.
Me: You need to take off your jacket before you go upstairs.
Son: I can’t.
Me: You can’t? Here, I can unzip it for you.
Son: NO! I mean. I’m really cold…
Me: Are you sure that your pockets aren’t filled with candy that you are trying to sneak upstairs?
Son: !!!!!
Me: Is there candy in your pockets?
Son: mumble…
Me: What?
Son: yes….
Me: Take it out of your pockets and put the skittles back.
Son puts away candy and is ANGRY…
Son: YOU’RE MEAN!
Me: Yes, I am mean when you don’t follow the rules and try to sneak around.
Son: IT’S NOT FAIR!!!
Me: Actually, it was very fair to give you candy. You chose to get more than you knew you were supposed to have.
Son: YOU’RE MEAN!!!! I’M NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN!!!!
Hmmmm…. This one is going to be hell when he’s a teenager.
