Is the Boy Decaf?
I was nearly an unwilling accomplice to a barbaric incident involving my children. The older one, you know, the wise-beyond-her-four-years girl, advised her little brother of her diabolical plan that involved a play household item and him being put inside it for, of all things, my consumption. The exact words that I
eavesdropped heard were, “I will put you in the coffee-maker and Daddy will drink you up.”
Her statement stunned me, but also made me partially proud because she knows that she’s not old enough to drink coffee yet, even if it’s made out of her nemesis. The fact that she involved me in the disposal of the evidence did bother me a little bit. I mean, she didn’t even ask if I wanted to take part in her scheme. She probably knew my answer would have been no because I actually like the little guy a lot and besides it’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
The boy’s reaction to all this was something to admire; he just ignored her. It feels good to know that when a high-pressure situation pops up he keeps his cool. It’s good to see that not everything I do wears off on the kids.
Thankfully the plan did not come to fruition. In fact, I think that my daughter might have been kidding, might’ve is the key word. As a precautionary measure I better inspect any food or drink that my daughter gives me, pretend or not.