My son tried to sneak something by me yet again. I found him, his mouth full of chocolate chips, unable to speak. This was right before dinner, mind you.
"Don't have anymore," I said.
In response he tried to covertly shove just one more handful in before putting the bag away.
"You know I saw that."
To that I launched into one my famous long winded explanations on how us moms have a sort of super power ability to see and know all. He may have bought it at 5, but these days its just one of those, "blah, blah, blah, Ginger, blah, blah" moments. The glazed look in his eyes told all.
Then, feeling rather witty, I explained, "You know bud, I'm smarter than the average bear."
Clearly not getting the reference (yes, I'm dating myself WAY back here), he looked at me very seriously. "Mom, that's not saying much. Bears are pretty dumb."
And so went my evening. Once again, outwitted by a ten year old.
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