Ronan, Latham and I had our weekly parent/child(ren) class this morning, and as usual we went out to lunch with friends afterwards. Even though he ate a good-sized lunch, Ronan was snooping in the pantry the minute we got home. I was at the table feeding Latham (with my back to the kitchen) when the following conversation took place:
Ronan: Mama, don't look at me (red flags go off in my head; he is looking in the pantry)
Me: (Of course I look) Why not Ronan?
Ronan: Mama, don't look at me!
Me: Are you getting a cereal bar?
Ronan: I don't know.
Me: Ronan, do not want me to look so that I don't see you getting a cereal bar?
Ronan: Yes.
Me: I hear you getting a cereal bar.
Ronan: Mama, don't hear a cereal bar!
Caught you red-handed! I almost hope for his sake that he gets a bit more conniving as he gets older!
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