Sticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers

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Yesterday when I picked Robbie up from the sitter’s house he said “I’m thirsty” which I knew to be a ploy. We drive past a Maverick on the way home and every day he tries to get me to stop and buy him a sugary drink.
“Ok, we’ll get a drink as soon as we get home, Bud.”
“Let’s get a drink at the gas station, ok Mom?”
“No,” I replied in my usual retort “I didn’t bring any money.”
He was silent for a beat and then suggested “We could steal it.

Just when I thought I’d heard it all, that one threw me.

“Robbie. Where did you hear that? Who steals?”

He thought for a minute. “Monsters do.”

“Well we don’t, do we?”

“No.” He said grudgingly. “We’re good people.” and he couldn’t have sounded more bored.

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    Kim Sue Ellen
    August 18th, 2009 at 10:53 am

    OH MY how I FREAKING LOVE HIM! We had a discussion on stealing this morning too. We must have kids the same age.

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      Holly
      August 18th, 2009 at 11:44 am

      Yes, we must! It’s getting scary how quickly the gears in their heads turn, isn’t it?

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    Toby
    August 18th, 2009 at 12:12 pm

    My son the thug…. What’s next extortion and blackmail…. Ohh maybe we get him to start running numbers with his pre-school friends! Just call him Don “Baby Face” Robbie!

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    Sharon Briggs
    August 18th, 2009 at 1:10 pm

    Too funny!!! You sure have a smart one on your hands.

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    Hannah
    August 19th, 2009 at 2:36 pm

    Haha, doing the good deed is pretty boring, isn’t it. Too cute!

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