Santa’s Little Helper
Posted on Sunday, December 20th, 2009 at 9:31 pmToday Eric took the boys out to buy a present from each boy for me for Christmas. The entire way home they worked on their “line” to me if I asked what they bought. So…if I asked “what did you guys get for me at the store?” their response was to be “I don’t know!”.
Eric was so pleased with himself. Pleased, and confident enough, to tell me all about it. I, however, was a little skeptical. Will can lie like the best of them…but Walker…well, he can’t keep anything secret. So I was more than happy to indulge Eric by testing them out…
I asked several times – in different ways to try and get it out of them. Not because I want to know what they got, but rather to prove Eric wrong. Eric stood by and smiled, proud of his tutelage. And sure enough…Eric was right!
Isn’t it weird that we’re proud that our kids can lie to us? I’m sure that will bite us later….
Eric left about 1/2 hour ago for the Cast Party to celebrate the success of his play. I was washing dishes when Walker came into the kitchen. And here is what followed:
Walks: “Mom, do you want to know what your present is?”
Me (figuring it’s another test): “Yeah Walker, what did you get me?”
Walks: “I don’t know!”
(followed by laughter as he left the kitchen…only to turn around and say)
Walks: “Mom, we went to the store and got you stuff so you could keep smelling good. And make you clean. And lotion too!” (he’s rubbing my arm in a lotion applying gesture)
Me: “Oh Walks. You just told me what you bought me. Are you going to get in trouble?”
Walks: “Nope, Daddy isn’t here to hear me!”
Lol!! I love it, now as long as E doesn’t read your blog your kiddo is safe! I guess all in all, it’s still a surprise, your idea of what smells good vs his (flowers and spice vs cookies and candy) you never know what you’re gonna get!
Yeah he’s getting coal this year!
I love it! I love when I can get the girls to spill the beans for me too! Your boys crack me up!
That’s hilarious!!
This is so funny! It reminds me of a story my grandma tells about my mom being little. Her dad would try to find out what she got him, and he’d ask all the questions, did you get me this, did you get me that. She would say no to everything. Then she would say, ‘And we didn’t get you a (whatever they got) either daddy!’ So he would always find out. Kids!