This afternoon, we lit a fire and broke out the board games. As I stepped away to change a diaper, Luke set up the Memory. When I came back, he got a match straight out of the chute.
“Luke? How did you know where that match was?”
“Because I peeked when I was setting it up!” he yelled in bracingly blatant tones. Duh! I had to stifle a giggle.
“Why did you peek? That’s not fair.”
“Because! I wanted to win!”
He really couldn’t see anything wrong with his Machiavellian tactic. He was simply exploiting the fact that I had left the game. Had I been more careful…
But full marks for honesty. No concerns there.