Yesterday, I was getting ready for the preschool class I help with at church and I was using a cheese grater to make crayon shavings. (Because it seemed like a good idea at the time, OK?) Charlie was over, and he comes by to see what I'm doing and asks, "Mess? Mess?"
I reply, "Yep, I'm making a mess. No, don't touch the mess. No, no no, don't help with the mess. OK. No. OK. Don't touch the mess. Thanks." And, "Don't tell Oma I'm making a mess."
About 30 seconds later he gets bored of watching me make a mess that he can't help with, runs into the other room, and says "OMA!!! MESS!!!"
Thanks for keeping my secret, peanut.
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