Sebastian is my eleven-year-old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
I was cleaning up the kitchen before starting dinner–a daily activity since our boys are hyper-averse to cleaning up after themselves. Instead of “explaining” to them once again my expectation, I noticed a peculiar item on the counter that caused me to pause and reinforce potentially good behavior. I had recently purchased a bag of mini-cucumbers as a potential snack.
Me: “Sebastian did you try those mini cucumbers? Pretty good, huh?!”
Me: “I saw that you took them out, you didn’t have any??”
Sebastian: “I just took them out to get to the cake.”