Tattletales and Confessions

"Mom!"

Little feet come closer.

"Mooooooooooooom!!"

Closer.....

"Moooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy!!!"

And, they've found me.

Colin and Ethan.

"Mom!" Colin says. "Ethan was just playing with your....your Clari....your face thingy, you know--the thing that you use to wash your face?!"

Me: "My Clarisonic?"

Colin: "Yes, your clar-y-sonic."

Me, to a guilty-looking three year old: "Ethan, were you playing with Mommy's Clarisonic?"

Ethan: "Um....Uuuuummmm...."

Me: "E-than...."

Ethan, sheepishly: "Yes."

I bent down to his level and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Ethan, you know that you are not supposed to play with that. Don't touch it anymore, okay?"

Ethan, looking quite relieved that this was the 'end' of the reprimand: "Yes. I won't Mommy. I won't!"

Colin, incredulously: "Mommy! So....he's not going to get in trouble? Not for playing with your clar-y-sonic?"

Me: "No, I told him not to touch it again. If he touches it again, then he will be directly disobeying me--and then he will be in trouble."

Colin: "Oh! Okay....well then....I just need to tell you that....I was playing with it too."