Devious devious…

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Ok…so the era of innocence is fast getting over…i mean seriously…my 3 1/2 yr old twins have started thinking deviously. I was so taken aback when i saw this yesterday..
So the boys are pretty territorial…while they do share their stuff with each other they are also pretty clear on “this is MINE!!”
Yesterday, Nish was desperately trying to fill a small bottle of bubble liquid with water from the tap. I asked him what he was trying to do. “I am filling this with water” he replied. yes, i could see that. “Why?” i asked. “Because it is Sid’s and I poured out the liquid”…”accidentally” he added as a not so convincing afterthought. “So why are you filling it with water?” i pushed. “The level is looking low” he replied. “so i am filling it up again. Otherwise Sid’s going to get upset!”
The bottle was ceremoniously ‘found’ and returned to Sid in a bit…filled to the brim..the level ‘restored’. However, I guess his conscience was pricking him just a teeny weeny bit so Nish pointed out that the “liquid seems to be a little less. Maybe someone spilled a little”
Amu was quick to take the blame. “amu spilled-aa-little…amu spilled..aaa…little” he chanted like it was an achievement. Sid got really upset and Nish seemed relived that he was not at the receiving end. I finally stepped in and asked Nish, “Any idea who REALLY spilled the liquid?” Nish looked sheepish and admitted it was him…”accidentally OK Sid” he added.
Fortunately Sid interest in the bubble liquid had now been replaced by a Spiderman towel and that was the end of that conversation!

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About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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