The other night, I repeated my usual bedtime routine with Michael (4) where I ask him what the best part of his day was.
Me: "Michael, what was the best part of your day today?"
Michael: [looking cute, whispers something I can't hear]
Me: [leaning closer] "Michael, what was the best part of your day today?"
Michael: "Hitting you in the head."
Whack. He smacks me on the side of the head.
After the last time, you'd think I'd be wise to him.
This evening, I pinned his hands when I asked the question. The little rat tried to head butt me, a big smile on his face.