My conversation with Colden tonight during our dinner, which we had on our back patio:
Me: Colden, please drink your milk
Colden: I don't want to. I want a treat
M: You're not getting a treat until you drink your milk
C: I'm too full to drink my milk
M: Then you are too full to have a treat
…this continues for another couple of minutes…
(I start cleaning up the table and bring things inside. I come back outside just in time to see Colden walking onto the patio from the grass. He is holding an empty cup)
C: Mom, look - I finished my milk!
M: Colden, where did your milk go?
C: (points to his stomach)
M: Really? Then you won't mind if I look in the grass?
C: Why do you want to look in the grass?
M: Oh, I just want to see the grass for a second
M: Huh. What are those white drops on the grass?
C: I don't know.
M: Colden - that is your milk. Don't lie to me
C: It was an accident
M: Don't lie to me
C: Did you see me from inside?
M: Yes.
C: Sorry, mom
…Honestly...
