Rockstar: (Eyeing weird dead bug on floor) WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??!
Me: (Thinking he must have picked that up from me somehow… I say that a lot when I think he’s not around)
More good news for me. I might be an unfit parent.
Rockstar: WHY??
Me: Uh… Look at that BUG…Eeeee… Doesn’t it look weird?
Rockstar: MUM!!!!!
Me: What?
Rockstar: You… Didn’t… ANSWER!!!
Me: (quietly) Oh, crap.
Rockstar: HEE HEE HEE
Me: Oh, come on. You didn’t get that. You’re three.
Rockstar: HEE HEE HEE
(But I’m off the hook, he doesn’t ask anymore)
