Last night Little E and Mr. T were playing a new game together. Little E was being a good sport, but kept losing round after round of the game that requires, mostly, chance. Finally he won a round and flew through the house announcing his feat.
"Mommy, do you know how I won?"
I admitted I didn't, but was so proud of him.
He smiled up at me, his innocent face and freckles staring up at me, and his mischievous little smile tweaked a bit as he said proudly:
"I cheated!"
At least he's honest?
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Nothing better than an honest cheater! If you do find happy pills, be sure to let me know:)
Yeah - we do that at our house too. Cheat to win. I don't know how strict I want to be about it. Still trying to decide if it is a battle worth fighting.
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