Omniscient Me

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?”

“And… my tank.”

“And?”

“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.”