Too smart for his own good…
Finally got Isaiah to settle down and stop running around and screaming after a little too much soda and sugar.
Me happily: “Now since you’re being so good, we’ll do anything you want. Read a book, sing a song, play I Spy…”
Isaiah, innocently: “Anything?”
Me (short-sighted adult): “Sure, buddy!”
Isaiah with a grin: “Well, I play Tiny Wings on your iPhone then.”
Wow. I so should have seen that coming.
