It never ceases to amaze me that children consistently act against their own self-interests. Throwing fits to parents who never cave, demanding something they would have been given had they asked nicely… and confessing to misfeasance that might otherwise have gone undetected.
Knowing this, I ought not have been surprised by the events preceding dinner one recent day (okay, it wasn’t that recent. It was two whole weeks ago. I am way behind on turning my notes into blog posts…). Alice was playing nicely upstairs, and I was cooking in peace and quiet. As far as The Mama knew, all was right with the world. Then, Alice came down the stairs and implored, “Don’t be so mad when I color on me.”
Now, I know the day will come when I wish she would fess up so readily. Even knowing that, I simply can’t help but wish she’d be a wee more protective of her own self-interest.