The other day I heard my kids whispering and giggling in the kitchen. A few minutes later my daughter entered my study and looked at me with these sweet, innocent (ahem) eyes.
CJ: “Momma, are you thirsty?”
Me: “No, I’m okay, baby. Thanks.”
CJ: “Are you sure you don’t want something to drink?”
Me: “No thanks. I’m fine.”
She looks at the ground while obviously grappling with something and then glances up at me excitedly.
CJ: “Momma, you need to stay hydrated.”
Me (fighting back laughter): “What are you two up to?”
CJ: “Nothing. I just thought you might be thirsty, that’s all.”
She was trying desperately to suppress a smile, but just like her father, she can’t tell a lie to save her life. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly and she looked away, hopeful I didn’t notice.
Me: “Well, I guess I am thirsty after all.”
CJ: “Okay! I’ll be right back!”
There is more whispering and giggling coming from the kitchen and then my daughter reappears in the doorway.
CJ: “Here you go Momma.”
Me: “Thanks Baby. You can just set it on my desk.”
She reluctantly walked away and I picked up the glass to take a sip. Here’s what I saw:
No worries. It’s fake. I let out a fake scream and giggled at the laughter that erupted from the kitchen. Little stinkers.