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.