Tonight our sitter "Adam" is downstairs asking his mom to pick him up, despite the fact that I've offered a number of times to drive him home so he won't be here all bloody night as usual. While Adam is waiting for his mom, my son Fynn tiptoes upstairs to my office and whispers, "Mom, do we have any treats?"
No, I say, but maybe we can get one later. Then he looks at me suspiciously and says, "Please, just tell me where they are--I promise I'll share with Adam."
"Fynn, there are no treats," I reply, "we'll get some later."
"Well, can I just check and see where you're hiding the treats?" he whines, rocking from one foot to the other impatiently.
So I say again, more emphatically, "Fynn, there are NO treats. I'm not hiding anything!"
He becomes totally exasperated and says, "Well, can I just check?!"
At this point I start to become quite annoyed and I cry, "Fynn, you can't check for something that doesn't exist! I do not have treats. There is no point in checking for something when I say they aren't there. I am not lying--there are NONE."
In response, he shakes his head, lets out huge huffy sigh and says, "UGH! It's like you're speaking a different language or something!!!"
