Creide, my 3 year old, was taking his before bed bath. I hear him get out, which is unusual because he usually screams for me at this point. Then he comes running as fast as he can into the kitchen. He gets a chair and climbs up onto it to where we keep our fruit snacks.
In the meantime, he doesn't know that I am in the next room. I say, "Creide, you don't need another fruit snack today."
(Insert deer in headlights look here.)
"Mom," he says sweetly, "I was just going to put one in my pants pocket......"
"Creide...." I chuckle, "you're not wearing any pants."
(Insert Creide's cute little smile here. For those of you who know him know which one I am talking about.)
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