We’re in full blown Christmas decorating mode around here.
Conner was helping me trim the tree when he dropped the ornament he was holding into a box of other ornaments and it broke. (He’s kind of ham-handed, my Conner…) I asked him to be careful and to clean up the glass.
I noticed after a while that he was sitting and watching me, but wasn’t helping.
Me: “Aren’t you going to help me finish with the tree?”
Conner: “You told me you didn’t want me to help you anymore.”
Me: “I didn’t say that.”
Conner: “Yes you did! You said you didn’t want my help if I was going to break things!”