I sent the boys and a friend to the movies today (keepin’ em busy) and I told them if they followed my directions (basically: be good) I’d take them for ice cream afterwards. When I picked them up I learned that in addition to the snack bags they smuggled into the theater, Conner and Erik also bought Dibs (those little ice cream thingys.)
Me: “Why did you buy Dibs? I told you I’d take you for ice cream afterwards. ”
Conner: “Yeah, but you said we’d have to be good to get it. ”
A smart boy knows that he should be a good boy, but also knows he sometimes can’t help himself.