Jared and I were getting ready to go run errands today. I walked out of the bathroom and found Oliver sitting on the dining table, up to his arm in a bag of Goldfish crackers. I looked at him, and he knew he was being naughty. He said to me,
Realizing that I could at that point evoke no serious disciplinary tone, I said nothing and walked back to the bathroom.
"Go look at Oliver," I said to Jared.
Jared walked out with me and found the same scene on our table.
"Uh oh!" Oliver shouted at us cheerfully. There was a momentary pause wherein he was weighing his options of what to do and say, and then he smiled at us. A coy smile. A knowing, manipulative smile.
".... I'm stuck? Yes. I'm stuck."