It has become increasingly clear to us that either Jack has no idea what the concept of honesty means, or he just doesn't care.
Mommy: [upon walking into the kitchen and hearing some rustling in the pantry] "Jack? Are you in the pantry?"
Jack: [climbing down from the storage bucket that holds our oats and coming out of the pantry] "Nope!"
Mommy: "Were you getting into the red tin of cookies from Mr. Bob?"
Jack: [holding the red tin lid] "Nope!"
Mommy: "Were you eating cookies without asking mommy?"
Jack: [with cookie crumbs on his face and his mouth overflowing - oh, and a cookie with a bite out of it] "No, I not eating tookies."
Mommy: "Was that cookie that you ate delicious?"
Jack: "It was yummy in my mouf."
Clearly, we have a lot of work to do.
Mommy: [upon walking into the kitchen and hearing some rustling in the pantry] "Jack? Are you in the pantry?"
Jack: [climbing down from the storage bucket that holds our oats and coming out of the pantry] "Nope!"
Mommy: "Were you getting into the red tin of cookies from Mr. Bob?"
Jack: [holding the red tin lid] "Nope!"
Mommy: "Were you eating cookies without asking mommy?"
Jack: [with cookie crumbs on his face and his mouth overflowing - oh, and a cookie with a bite out of it] "No, I not eating tookies."
Mommy: "Was that cookie that you ate delicious?"
Jack: "It was yummy in my mouf."
Clearly, we have a lot of work to do.