"Someone got into my closet, tore open my bottle caps candy and ate them all...and my toys are scattered all over the closet!"
Now as a rule, Judah isn't allowed in big brother's bedroom. Mostly because of his penchant for swallowing things (like nickels and tiny legos) that are not edible, but also because he can, in two seconds flat, wreak havoc on a carefully crafted lego creation that took big brother hours to construct.
Nevertheless, because the baby-proof door-knob cover on Jericho's door recently broke, I questioned him in depth.
His big brown eyes looked up into mine with such earnestness that I didn't think there was any possible way he was responsible.
Which left one other culprit... one of the little girls I babysit for...the same little girl that sleeps in that particular bedroom for nap-time.
Jericho was quick to accuse, immediately suspecting the girl, and I had to caution him that we can't jump to conclusions. We'd wait and ask her about it in the morning.
So, this morning I called her over and asked, "Did you get into Jericho's closet during nap-time and eat his candy?"
She, too, looked up at me with big hazel eyes filled with sincerity. "No, Miss Becky."
Jeff, who was standing nearby said, "Were the candies good?"
She replied, "I din't eat no cannies Mr. Jeff." Her expression and body language told me she had no earthly idea what we were talking about.
Soooo, I turned back to culprit #1 (who was listening to this
Again with those big earnest brown eyes...although this time, I sensed that the dramatic shaking of his head "no" was a bit overdone.
Jeff continued with a different tack, "What color were brother's candies, Judah?"
His eyes lit up. "Dey were pink!"
"Did they taste good?"
Once again he shook his head, only this time to say, "They were SOOO...ICKY!" and scowled in distaste.
The jig was up. (Even though Jeff, Jericho and I had to turn away from him to hide our laughing faces).
Those candies must not have been too terribly awful, because every last one of them was gone.
That kid is SO busted!
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You just can't be mad at them when they are so cute!
I'm sure you'd have other wonderful things to write about, but this blog just would not be the same without the antics of Judah! LOL!
SOOO cute!-clever of Jeff to ask what color they were! I bet there's lots of times when you guys have to turn your heads away from him when he says something cute/funny when he's in 'trouble'! Love to hear the stories-keep them comin'!
Lol! Brothers... I remember this all to well, but mine always got into my lipstick. I can't even count how many tubes were ruined or how many times my room was trashed and their excuse was 'but we were playing Indians mom'.
Oh, thanks for the lie busting tips. I bet they even work on 12.5 year olds. Yes...he has a penchant for "finding" cookies and other foodstuffs. It's a wonder I have anything to cook for dinner sometimes. Should've named him Hoover.
Darling story. Clever hubby.
I'm wondering if Jeff remembered a similar incident that happened nearly 30 years ago that has been told in our family involving your brother Tim? And the GREEN crayon he DIDN'T write in my Bible with? Yes, poor Judah gave himself away, as did his genius uncle, Tim. We mothers and fathers are given special sensers to get at the truth! You can't always look into those darling, big brown eyes and see the whole truth and nothing but the truth! Tell Jericho I feel his pain, but Judah was just "saving" him from all that sugar, being the diligent younger brother that he is!
How cleverly you entrap your own child during interrogation. *cue Law & Order music* "What color were they Judah?" That cracked me up.
Love the story, love the telling. And how much do I LOVE that Jericho was hiding his laughter too...such a great kid!!!
my boy used to tell on himself all the time when he'd draw on the walls. it was as if he was more proud of his art than he was afraid of getting in trouble for the act. soon enough - they'll all learn to cover their tracks much better. for now? i'm happy to have them think i've got super skillz at figuring out the "who did its" around our place.
That's too funny. I never told on myself as a child. I was way to stubborn. lol
another classic frump story... LOVE LOVE LOVE! so stinkin' cute, that one.
It's hard to be angry when they are as cute as Judah! This brings back memories! LOL!
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