I should be grateful that my kid is honest to a fault. There are worse problems to have with one’s children. I’m not saying he doesn’t have an ounce of guile – he does – but he doesn’t try to double down on the bet when caught out. I should probably try to write him in during the next election.
Example: when he gets caught sneaking out of bed to try to get a little extra Game Boy time in.
The boy loves his Game Boy, and he’s been caught in bed with it before, which is a big no-no. He needs his sleep. So I’ve taken to putting the thing away at stratospherically high altitudes in my room or the living room at bedtime. He knows where, he just can’t reach it.
Sometimes when I get up in the morning to wake him up for school, it’s clear he’s been out of bed at some point. I’ll ask him why he was out of bed overnight. He looks at me earnestly and says “Dad, I really was not trying to get my Game Boy.” 😆
Last night, however, was the best ever non-excuse. I caught him in the living room as I was coming out of my room to get a drink from the kitchen. He started running toward his room, and then stopped himself short… mainly because I’m in his way.
“What were you doing out of bed, big guy?” I asked.
“I was trying to get my drink,” he replied.
I pointed out that maybe he should just take his drink with him and keep it on his bedside table. That’s when he told me the cup was empty.
“Kinda hard to get a drink out of it, don’t you think?” I said as I refilled his cup with water.
“Dad, I really was not trying to reach my Game Boy,” he said. You know, I should be keeping my Stern Dad Face on (see fig. 1, below) because he’s out of bed again and just fessed up to being out of bed for no good reason again, but I was laughing too hard by this point.
(with apologies to Tard the Cat – you can keep up with his adventures and buy stuff with his face on it here)
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