D.L.F. got out of the car, and a minute later as we were walking toward our house I noticed water on the ground.
“How’d that get there?” I asked.
T said, “Did you take the lid off of your cup, Buddy?”
“No,” D.L.F. said.
A minute later I looked back and saw that D.L.F. was taking sips of water from his cup and spitting them on the ground.
I told him, “Buddy, you can drink your water, but then you need to swallow it. Please don’t spit it on the ground. That just wastes it.”
D.L.F. continued to follow me toward the house. I glanced back and saw D.L.F. spit his water out again!
“Buddy,” I said sternly. “Do you remember me telling you not to spit water on the ground?”
“I didn’t spit water on the ground,” he said innocently.
I was shocked, because D.L.F. has always been very truthful. I didn’t recall him ever lying before.
“I just saw you spit it out,” I said.
D.L.F. looked right at me and said in all sincerity, “I didn’t spit it. I just opened my mouth and the water fell out!”
This evening I was cooking dinner (D.L.F.’s favorite–tuna casserole). D.L.F. came into the kitchen with a sly grin and asked, “Mama, are you making tuna kitty cat-sserole?”