Tonight I told Conor to go and get ready for bed. When I went on back to see if any actual progress in this direction had been made, (there hadn’t) he tells me that he had already brushed his teeth, so I didn’t need to worry about that. Really now? Not that I’m suspicious or anything….but I check his toothbrush, and it’s dry, not bone dry, to be fair, but not recently used either.
“Are you sure you brushed your teeth?” I ask. “Your toothbrush isn’t wet.”
“Yes, mama.” It’s amazing how innocent they can look when they’re lying through their dirty, unbrushed teeth, isn’t it?
“You’re positive?”
“Of course!” he says and heads for his bed.
“I hope you’re not telling me a fib. Because God is watching and it makes him unhappy if you fib. That’s breaking one of the ten commandments.”
He makes an about face.
“Oh, I forgot, I didn’t. I brushed them this morning with Daddy. That’s what I was remembering!”
Catholic guilt….works everytime!
HA! Cute!