Little bear went to a party tea next door. Apparently he was the life and soul of the party and won a prize for dancing. He came home eventually concentrating fiercely on eating a plastic bowl of jelly and ice cream and carrying a sugar laden goody bag.
We tried to confiscate all things that contained sugar for tomorrow (at the earliest), but he managed to get away with a small tube of parma violet sweets.
He dashed upstairs and then came down and told me that he had hidden his sweets in his bedroom where we would never find them. 'Oh yes.' I said carefully.
Little bear nodded seriously. 'In my drawers.'
Not quite a master of deception, but he is only four.
1 comment:
aw, the wee pet!
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