My children often and fruitfully take advantage of my flakiness. I’m basically Malibu Barbie if Malibu Barbie looked like an overweight Daria. Sometimes I misinterpret silence in my house to mean “we’re reading books.” Let me give my kiddos some credit. Occasionally this IS the case. And when it is I moonwalk away very, very slowly.
However, it must be said that sometimes they do this:
Owen’s like “Is this not allowed? Color me surprised! You’ve never specifically forbidden me to swipe chocolate chips and eat them in a imaginatively rich way. My B.”
Maisy’s like “Act casual. It’s possible she hasn’t seen you yet.”