A conversation...

I'm sitting in the office when I hear little footsteps in the hallway heading for the bathroom. Click. He turned on the light. Step, step. He's on the stool. Pshhhhhhhhhhh. I think to myself- Did I leave the hairspray out? Pshhhhhhhhhh...

"Aiden, what are you doing in there?" I holler from my desk chair.

"Nothing, " he sweetly answers back.

I stand up. He hears the wheels of my chair rolling on the wood floors. Clank. He sets the hairspray can down. Step, step. He's off the stool. Click. The light is off.

I walk out of the office and find him in the hallway.

"Aiden, what were you doing in the bathroom," I ask, knowing the answer.

"Nothing." He knows the hairspray is off limits... from experience.

"Aiden, you need to tell Mommy what you were doing." My patience is wearing down.

"I was in my room playing blocks."

How do they learn to lie like that? If he knows that I'm getting out of my chair in the other room simply from the sound, why doesn't he know that I can tell what he's doing from the sound?

I guess he's not going to say, "I was curious about the hairspray can, so I decided to spray it a couple of times." That would be too easy!