Michael (4) is getting more devious. This scares me.

The other night, I did my usual bedtime routine where I asked him what the best part of his day was.

Michael: [smiling cutely] "Throwing stuffed animals at you."
Me: [stupidly] "When did you throw stuffed animals at me?"
Michael: [obviously] "Right now."

Bam! Boom! Kapow!

Duh.

I was hit with a flurry of stuffed animals that appeared from under his comforter. Michael, obviously, was delighted and very satisfied. I had no doubt it truly was the best part of his day.