I came out of Kiley and Kara's room last night, feeling a little proud of myself, wrote that nice little blog article... suddenly I see Abby walking down the hallway with my beautiful, tasty, luxurious Lindoor Truffle, milk chocolate bag. (I'm pregnant lol)
I asked her if she ate all of my candies. "No." (We're working on the lying) Me: "Abby don't lie. Did you eat my candies?". Abby: "Yes." Me: "That makes me very sad Abby, those were my special candies."
And suddenly it dawns upon her. Abby: "Mommy, next time you need to just put your chocolates up higher."
Yes she just blamed HER eating MY chocolates on ME! Thus begins a long conversation about taking responsibility for her actions... most of which I'm sure really isn't getting through, or some of it. She is three but a very smart three year old. In the end I tell her she needs to appologize, I forgive her, send her off to bed.
Exit back to bedroom. I hear a little sad crying.
A few minutes later she comes back out. "Mommy I thought of a way to buy you more candy."
Me: "What's that Abby."
Abby: "You can give me money and I will go buy them for you!"
hahahaha--- I think the conversation born out of her eating my chocolates was far more entertaining then eating those last few pieces of chocolate would have been. Two take aways from this: 1) Mommy needs to put her chocolate higher or start hiding it.... 2) I know she did genuinely feel bad about eating the chocolate despite her trying to 'blame' me... and i'm not so sure she was trying to blame me, more rationalize the situation as she saw it lol.
Ok I had better get to work...
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