A few days ago, Charlotte, Luke, and one of the neighbors were playing upstairs in Charlotte’s room. It sounded as though they were jumping on the bed. Karen and I were in the kitchen when we heard a bang, followed by crying.
Karen immediately went upstairs and was greeted at the top step by Charlotte and her friend. They quickly informed Karen that Luke had fallen off of the bed (Charlotte’s new, big girl bed).
When Karen asked for further explanation, Charlotte stated that Luke was standing on the edge of the bed and ‘fell off.’
I came up shortly thereafter, and Luke was pretty much all better. When Charlotte climbed back onto her bed, Luke attempted to join her, prompting Charlotte to tell him, ‘no’ (quite emphatically), while trying to force him off the bed as the neighbor looked on, unsurprised, as if she had seen this show before.
The interrogation began. “Charlotte… did Luke fall off the bed or did you push him?”
“I pushed him because I didn’t want him on my bed,” she admitted. (At four years old, they crack pretty easy under pressure.)
Another case solved.
On a somewhat unrelated note, last week was fire prevention/awareness week at Charlotte’s preschool. I tried to convince her to tell her teachers and class that her mom was a fire hazard because she was ‘smokin’ hot.’ She laughed (one of her exaggerated, ‘I don’t really get it but my dad thinks it’s pretty funny so I’ll just humor him’ laughs). The next day, when I asked her if she did, she responded with a big smirk and drawn out ‘no’ (one of her exaggerated ‘Dad, I may be four but I’m not a fool’ ‘no’s).
I hope you enjoyed today’s serving of ‘mac & cheese.’
