Sunday, March 14, 2010

cleahpto

On her way home after a great time with dad at A's birthday party L started chatting with him. I think it may have been guilt suddenly striking her, i hope it was.

L: A is sad because she can't find her plate (a disney cinderella dinner plate).
G: Why?
L: She couldn't find her plate because I put it in my bag.
G: You have to give that back!
L: O-kayyyy.

The next morning after I hear this story I ask L if she took the plate or did A give it to her?
L: (a bit hesitant) She gave it to me.
T: Are you sure she gave it to you? Or did you take it?
L: (more sure now) She gave it to me.
T: Leah, did you take the plate or did A give it to you?
L: She gave it to me.
T: Ok, I'll tell auntie A that A shouldn't be sad because she gave you her plate then.
L: (oh shit) It was a surprise...I mean.

The plate has been returned to its rightful owner and auntie A was able to see the funny side in L's surprise for A - she's so great that way.