I have discovered that if nothing else, my son is a really bad liar and no where near a criminal mastermind.
After dinner last night, some of the kids were doing their reading homework while others were coloring at the table. I was in the laundry room right next to the table when I hear Sarah, “Awh, you’re gonna get in trouble, you got it on the tablecloth.”
Marty immediately denied with, “No I didn’t”. I turned slightly to see what was going on and there is my son; four years old, holding on to an orange marker and I see some orange on the tablecloth (vinyl, of course) between the two kids. Sighing heavily, I finished grabbing the clothes out of the dryer and come out to see what is going on.
Marty, still holding on to the orange marker, assures me that he “didn’t do it”. As I approach the table I can see that it is not just a line gone astray but something written on the tablecloth. I have to stare at it a moment and flatten out the tablecloth to read it. It read “martin dilick”.
Mr. 'I didn’t do it' wrote his own name and denies it with the marker still clutched in his hand. My son is either the worst criminal ever, or a future politician!
