Sam isn't very discreet when he's up to something. I always know I'm about to walk around the corner to something that won't make me happy when he hears me coming and shouts, "Stop! Don't come in here, Mom!"
That was the scene last week when he was in the kitchen busily working on art with the treasured police-themed stickers he had picked out at Michael's that morning. Grace was upstairs napping and I had run downstairs to let the dog out and answer an email. When I came back up and walked through the dining room toward the kitchen, he yelled that familiar phrase.
I came around the corner to find him working on another piece of art...but with his sister's stickers that she had picked out. He quickly said he was sorry, but I told him that he needed to tell Grace when she woke up. I then informed him that he would be taking $3 out of his piggy bank and we would be going back to Michael's so he could buy Grace a new package of stickers. He looked horrified as he explained to me, "But, Mommy! I need that money for my motorcycle!"
I guess the Harley order will have to be put on hold. Good to know he has a goal, though. :)
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