My son Roo is sneaky sweet.
What does that mean?
Do you remember the day I was upset because Butter broke something and didn't have remorse?
Turns out she broke my reading light. (Yeh, I know ALL that over a reading light.) It's NOT about the light. It's about them being somewhere off limits. Playing with something not of theirs, not asking, breaking it and then not owning up to the deed or even caring about the outcome.
I love my light, I use it every night. The bulb burnt out on it. Dilemma, do I fork out $12.00 for 2 new bulbs or $15-$20 for a new led bulbed one? Plus another $12 for the adapter, because the adapter I already had didn't work...
I bought the new light. I'll use batteries. 2 weeks later light broken. Mama miffed!
I went and got another light. I was in bed reading...Roo comes in and sees the light sitting on my nightstand, he gives me one of those looks. The I'm so cleverly clever looks.
"Mommy, I touch it?" He asks.
"No, Roo, you know you are not to touch Mommy's light."
"Mommy, I not break it?" smiling oh so sweetly as his very tip of his finger touches to light.
I know what your doing pal.
"Roo," I say in my very best trying to sound stern voice." You are not suppose to touch the light."
He keeps doing it. All the while priding himself on how careful he is and how Mommy isn't yelling yet.
I can't HELP IT! I started to laugh! I really didn't mean to, but if ya'll could see his face...and that voice.
I grabbed him away from the light and kissed him up a bit. Then got serious.
"Roo, Do you remember the day mommy was crying?"
Of course he did he would ask me "Why are you sad? Butter do broke you wight?"
"Yes. You sad now?" He says.
"No, buddy I'm not sad now, but I would be really sad for you if you thought that touching Mommy's light was ok and then you broke it. You would feel bad and Mommy would be mad because she asked you and told you the light was not your toy..."
"I fweel weally weally bad..."
"Yes, you would."
He snuggled in. and smiled. "Mommy, I no touch your wight anymore."
"Ok, Roo. Thank you. You're such a thoughtful boy."
"Yes, and I nice too."
You sure are.
Like I was saying sneaky sweet.