Picking up Noah from school the other day, I noticed he still had an unopened granola bar from his lunch. As he climbed in the back, I instructed him not to open it in the car because of the mess the crumbs would make.
Three minutes later, we arrived home. I opened his door and saw a now empty granola bar wrapper on the seat. Before I could say anything, he defended his action with the most serious face he could manage:
Mom, I was ACTUALLY starving. And I didn't want to die.
Three minutes later, we arrived home. I opened his door and saw a now empty granola bar wrapper on the seat. Before I could say anything, he defended his action with the most serious face he could manage:
Mom, I was ACTUALLY starving. And I didn't want to die.
2 comments:
boys are so fun!!
That's how I think each time I reach for a cookie...it's a life and death situation!
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