My three-year-old son is ahead of his time. I mentioned in a recent post of my early thieving ways. Both daughters have also had stealing incidents. But Mase is starting so young!
My six-year-old, Evie, happily ratted out my newest little thief!
I have to say, of all my kids, these stolen goods were the most impressive. Sadly for Mase, he didn’t get a chance to eat his stash.
We took the candies back. Mase had no trouble apologizing as he handed the store greeter a ziplok bag filled with his treats.
Whoa! I couldn’t believe my luck! So much less drama than his sisters.
And here’s my three-year-old, a week later, at Target. I asked him if he had any candy. (Note my camera lens cover still doesn’t open so well after it was covered in sweet potatoes last month.)After this shot, I commenced a full-pocket search. There was a definite lump in his fleece front pocket.
I attempted to confiscate the lump. But Mase had learned his lesson–never give up your stash! I literally had to wrestle him to the ground, in the middle of Target, to get those precious gummy bears. He stayed face down on the hard Target floor for a a few minutes afterwards…defeated.
Last night, my husband and I were talking to our kids about the meaning of Christmas. We asked each of them what gift they would be willing to give Jesus for Christmas. I had an inspired idea.
“Mase, maybe you could give up stealing for Christmas.”
Perhaps he didn’t understand, “Mase for your gift, for Jesus, you could stop stealing candy.”
“No. I think I’ll give Jesus a cup instead.”
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal of the Year: Keeping a closer eye on my newest criminal.