I just got BUSTED.
Lately Koala has been exploring his artistic side, especially in the scissors department.
Yesterday he was cutting paper into tiny squares and giving them to me as presents while I worked at my desk.
“Ima, here’s a nice one. This is a nice square. Take this Ima.”
Because I do have a bit of a neat freak streak, I couldn’t help but be bugged by the confetti collection my desk had become, so this morning I quickly swept all the paper bits off my desk and threw them in the garbage pail next to it.
Today, the same ritual. Koala cuts out ‘good ones, Ima, take it’ and I put them next to my keyboard on the desk.
Then he notices the garbage pail.
“WHAT IS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THOSE ARE NICE SQUARES I’M MAKING!”
I look down and spot the evidence, the confettied party pail.
“No, no, no,” I insist. “Those must be something else…” I look back at the desk. “Here, the ones you cut me are right here!”
I desperately show him the fresh clippings on the desk. I tenderly pile them up.
But he knew it. He knew I was lying.
Shamed, I rescued his paper gifts out from the garbage, one by one.
The party paper pile is never moving.