So the Animal has this new thing that is making me crazy. Here is an example of a little chat we had today in the car:
Animal: Traintracks, Mommy!
Me: That's a bike path, honey.
Me: A bike path. Bikes and people use that special path so they don't have to go on the street.
Me: *sigh* Stop that!
Animal: What? *hee!*
Me: Knock it off.
Animal: Bike path?
Stu: Cars on street?
Me: Yes, exactly. Cars go on the street. Bikes go on the bike path. People go on the sidewalks.
Me: Grrrr. Seriously, knock it off.
And it goes round and round. Why is he yanking my chain?? Daddy-007, of course, does not fall for this anymore, but I find myself never catching on until I've repeated myself at least twice.
He also got me pretty good yesterday with another little deception. Destructo was playing catch yesterday with Daddy-007 and caught a ball in the forehead. Destructo came in crying and I gave him a dried fruit bar to distract him from the pain. Not five minutes later, the Animal comes crying into the kitchen, clutching his little head. "Oh, honey!", I exclaimed, "did you get hit, too??" "Yes. My head.", he pathetically replied. "Do you want a fruit bar, too, to feel better?" "Yes.", still pathetic and sad-like.
He practically snickered as he flew out of the kitchen and back to the front yard to play.
Played like a freakin' fiddle, I was. That little rascal. :)