So Friday night I took Anna to a Relief Society night, she played with some older girls while I oversaw the quilting project. At the end of the night I collected my children. Anna kept conscientiously pulling her skirt over her knee and saying "oh that's a secret". I pretty much figured that she fell down and ripped a hole in her tights but I was ok with it. So I told her she didn't need to keep it a secret because I wasn't mad. Well she was outrageously upset that I figured out her secret (she was an hour past her bedtime). She just desperately wanted me to not know her secret.
On Sunday, Eliza was sick so Ben took Anna to church. She was apparently very good in sacrament meeting, so Ben praised her for that and said "I want to tell Mommy how good you were" and she said "No! let's keep it a secret" Ben asked why, and she said, "Because I need to have secrets from Mommy."
Of course, Ben told me this, but it's ok. Anna still thinks it's a secret.
On Sunday, Eliza was sick so Ben took Anna to church. She was apparently very good in sacrament meeting, so Ben praised her for that and said "I want to tell Mommy how good you were" and she said "No! let's keep it a secret" Ben asked why, and she said, "Because I need to have secrets from Mommy."
Of course, Ben told me this, but it's ok. Anna still thinks it's a secret.
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Well, at least she's good at secrets. That means you can take her Christmas shopping with you.
My kids, on the other hand. . .
"Dad! We got you presents at the store. We aren't supposed to tell you what it is. We went to Anna's Towels (Anna's Linens) and got presents"
Ben: "Well then don't tell me!"
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