Our bible study was over, and I spied Tommy sitting in the corner, just looking at everyone. “C’mon!” I said. “Let’s go get a snack!”
“I don’t want to,” he said, looking a bit forlorn.
I was instantly suspicious, so I went over to him, to investigate. I bent to pick him up, and found he was firmly attached to the side table. Oh, yeah. He had definitely, without a doubt, done something wrong. I checked his pants. They seemed clean… so I picked him up again, and he draped himself over my shoulder without resistance, but with his legs held straight down. Hm. I carried him to my room, where we could talk without distraction.
“So,” I began, “what did you do?”
He looked up at me sadly. “I was playing with the blocks.”
“And… my tank.”
“And…” He brightened for a moment, beginning to think this was going to end in his favor. “And my tractor!”
“Yes, but what did you do wrong?” I persisted.
His face fell again as he confessed. “I was playing with my blocks, and I accidentally peed in my pants.” Then he looked up at me. “How did you know?”
“I’m Mommy. Mommies know everything.”