I put my two adorable, but exhasting children to bed at last. I could finally get some more work done on the master bathroom. The plan: finish tearing out the old tile and damaged drywall. So imagine my surprise when my son giggles and wanders into my room.
"Good morning, Mom!"
Sigh. (don't laugh) He was only in bed for 15 min. But seeing as that was a pretty inventive excuse to get up, I invite him to stay up for a few more min.
He watched me with wide eyes for a a while and then pronounced, "Mom, I'm going to tell Dad that you are breaking the bathroom. He is going to be so mad at you."
I couldn't help it, I had to let him call his dad and "tell on me".
And no, I was not in trouble.