bad Jack

"Mommy?" Jack doesn't lift his eyes from his homework.

"Yes?"

"Would you be mad if I did something bad, like Cassie did?"

"Probably. What did you do?"

Still not looking directly at me: "I ate an Otter Pop in the living room and I didn't see it leaking."

"It leaked on the carpet?"

He looks at me now. "Yes. But I got a cloth and I wiped it." Gesturing.

A moment of silence, his eyes locked on mine. My small smile. "Bad Jack. Shame."

His small smile. "Are you gonna make me go outside now?"

brilliant. all cleaned up.