Every night, as I am heading into my own room, I give Little Squid a quick kiss and sometimes have profound discussions with him.
Last night I gave him a peck on the forehead and then stealthily bent over to examine his "bite" mark.
And he hit me!
Why?
Because he thought I was going to bite him.
Now why would he think that? I don't usually bite him. It's been years since I pretended to munch on him but, that said ...
I was going to (pretend) bite him.
How did he know?
(His father is very proud of him this morning for being able to detect a duplicitous mommy. The "hit" by the way was also in fun, we do not tolerate real parental (or child) battering in this house. We also do not really bite.)
3 comments:
Sounds like he's learned to really 'read' his mommy. Good thing that he's a good kid!
Heh, I'd still get the garlic ready. Just in case.
He's such a smart Squidling. He knows his mama.
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