Brooklyn is reaching that age where she is starting to be deceptive. However, it's kind of hard to be angry with her when she is so darn honest about it. Two days ago we had the following conversation.
The background: Brooklyn has just been caught trying to open a single-serving packet of cherry-flavored Children's Benadryl.
Brooklyn: Leave my room, Mom.
Me: Why do you want me to go?
Brooklyn: I want to be alone so that I can get the scissors and open this. Then I'm going to eat it and put the package in the trash can so that you won't even know.
I confess that it was hard for me to keep a straight face and not start laughing right then and there. However, it wasn't until a couple of hours later that I figured out she was speaking from experience. Jason and I got into the freezer to pull out some ice cream sandwiches and discovered that two were missing--both strawberry--Brooklyn's favorite flavor. Sure enough, the packages were in the trash!