Okay, here is my scoop...
Last week, my daughter was playing in the basement while I did some laundry. I heard her go upstairs, play with a few toys, and then get VERY quiet. Too quiet. Those of you with two-year-olds know that cannot be a good thing!
I went upstairs as fast as possible to see what she was doing (a large concern since she has learned how to unlock the back door and go outside on her own now...fine when she heads to the swing set, not fine when she heads to the pool!). I got to the top of the stairs and heard a giggle, something drop, and saw a blur of trouble run past me, go under her table, and pull the chairs in around her...still giggling.
What had she dropped, you ask? A GIANT bag of Robin's Eggs. You know, the Easter Whoppers? She had not only rooted through the cabinets to find the leftovers I was stashing (Weight watchers beware - 7 robin's eggs for 3 points!!), but she had also BROKEN the clasp that was holding the bag shut. I picked up the bag to look at my daughter (still hiding and giggling, but now with her hands by her mouth, trying to keep her "treat" in.
She had stuffed her cheeks full of Robin's Eggs, to the point of looking like a chipmunk, and was furiously giggling as she tried to chew and swallow! I look at her, trying not to laugh, and ask her if she had permission to get into the candies. She nods her head yes, as she finishes her snack. I asked her who gave her permission, knowing it wasn't me and her father was gone, so it wasn't him either. She grins, allowing a little chocolate drool to trickle from her mouth, and says, without hesitation, "Papa said 'Kenzie can have candies," and then grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat. You know, the Alice In Wonderland cat, who fades away, leaving a HUGE grin showing? I probably would have immediately believed her, but since Papa (my father) lives in Denver now and they hadn't talked in a few days, I knew she was being sneaky.
The scary thing - she thought of telling me that Papa gave her permission in about a second. No hesitation at all.
We are in for such trouble!!
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You are not alone my dear friend. We have already had a string of "daddy said..." and "mama said..." and yes, even a "papa said..." little white lies.
I am convinced that at some point, yes, daddy said...but not at the point where permossion was needed. At one time I am sure daddy said you could have some cookies, but not right at this minute--perhaps yesterday.
Now, we have the second to learn things from the first. Who is in for more trouble now?
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