A Future Banksy?

Looking at an Easter decoration in pieces on Jake’s floor, then looking at Jake

Me: Did you break this?

Jake: No.

Me: Then where’s the other half?

Jake: It fell out of my hands. You mad at me?

Me: I won’t get mad at you as long you always tell me the truth. 

Jake: Would you get mad at me for painting a wall?

Me thinking: They don’t have paint. What’s he asking that for?

Me: No.

Jake: Would you get mad at me for coloring the wall?

Me deciding to see where this was going: Yes.

Jake: Oh, ok. I won’t do that again.

Me suddenly searching every wall for Jake’s artwork. 

About bourbonbreathmom

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