Wednesday, September 25, 2013

38. The magic of sneakiness...

The other day, before I came downstairs, I had a conversation with my six year old, Michael, about staying in bed, not getting up to follow me.

I go downstairs and I’m there for about 5 minutes when I think I hear something behind me. I look and see nothing. I turn around and continue my thing, when I hear something again. This time I took a chance and said, without turning around, ”Michael come here.” Sure enough, Michael appears from around the corner. He looks at me smiling. I’m trying to look stern but he’s so CUTE.

He smiles and says, ”Mom, at school when no one was looking, I practiced my sneaking and it worked like magic.”


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