Last night as I was tucking Mason in bed, I laid with him and lovingly told him how proud I was of him because he was such a good boy today. Now he hadn't done anything spectacular, but this is my parenting style. I praise highly when he has done something good (or nothing bad) and ignore him when he is doing something I don't like. He is such a people pleaser that this method of parenting works perfectly with him.
Anyway, he kind of withdrew just a little bit, got real quiet, and said, "Addison and me got in trouble at daycare because we were fighting over all the blues."
I said, "Oh really, you weren't sharing?"
Mason, very dissapointed: "No", but then his face got all big and bright, "...but I found one more blue under the couch and I didn't tell Laurence!"
That little stinker. I guess I won't have to worry too much about him keeping things from me. He just rats himself out.
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