“#2 son! Why is your shoe here on the floor?”
“Because I was spying on you.”
“But why is one shoe on the floor and not with your other shoe in the shoe basket?”
Exasperated sigh. “Because I was SPYING on you when you were in the kitchen.”
“Oh. So, what were you doing? Hiding behind it?”
“Well……” he stalled, thinking for a moment. “Didja see me?”
“No.”
“Then it worked. Didn’t it?”
…..
Yep. They crack me up. Every. Single. Day.
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The thing is, Jane… somewhere in that story, there’s kid logic. Frightening (and powerful) stuff.
And funny. Yes!
I guess if you didn’t see him, then he is proving that his life-long dream of becoming a spy is worthwhile. (I mean, it IS every kid’s life-long dream, right?)
Tempted to call my son up, read this to him and ask him what your son was thinking – but I’m afraid he’d tell me.