This one occurred yesterday, as I was getting ready for work.
I had just finished dressing in the bathroom, and was putting on my belt in the living room, when Erin shouted, "Dadoo, will you come here for a minute please?"
"I'm getting ready for work. I'll be there in a minute," I shouted back, "What's the matter?"
"DADOO, you need to come here RIGHT NOW."
Never knowing what to expect with our little one, I went around to where Erin was standing in the hallway next to our shelf of towels and linens. There was a towel on the floor, and Erin was straddling it looking up at me. She had a look of disgust on her face.
"Dadoo, did you knock this towel on the floor?"
"I don't know, maybe. Are you sure that you didn't knock it down?"
"No Dadoo. I didn't knock it down. Did you?"
"I guess I did..."
"Yes or no? Did you knock it down?"
"Uh... yeah, I guess I did."
"Dadoo, you know when you knock something over, you need to pick it up, right?"
This is insane! My four year old has got me feeling guilty as I sheepishly reply, "Yes, you're right Erin. Let me pick that up."
"And put it back on the shelf where it belongs, OK Dadoo?"
Arggghhhhh!! "Yes Erin, I'll put it away on the shelf where it belongs. Thank you for pointing this out."
"You're welcome, Dadoo." She turns and walks away. As she turned, I caught a glimpse of a smug grin sweeping across her face.
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