I ask him, "Hey dude, do you want some of mama's special juice?" "No thanks, mama" he politely declines as Plum is bum rushing the cup in my hands like a rabid puppy. I failed. I failed at my brilliant idea. So your Pearl today dear reader is that kids are not dummies. If there had been anything else in that cup, ANYTHING else, I believe he would have gone for it. But he's no dummy. He knew I was neck deep in trickery and he pulled out his manners to make me eat that trickery. I mean, No thanks, mama? In his sweet post surgery whisper. It's like listening to a kitten talk. It is the sweetest damn voice ever. Precious, really. "No thanks, Mama" he said. And that was it.
I have learned a valuable lesson here.
In related news, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize publically to Plum, the victim in this American tragedy, who willing gave herself over to my trickery because she trusts me. Poor thing. Well, I'm sure you can guess the price she paid. And as I scrub the carpet and do a hot wash of laundry, so have I, friends. So have I. We are both a little lighter on our feet this morning. Lesson learned.