One day last week, as I was cleaning all the rooms upstairs and returning furniture moved during our home-wreckage project to their proper places, little Mr. Noah was wandering around helping me.
Except by "helping" I mean that he was taking things I was returning into their rightful places and putting them back to where they didn't belong.
At one point, he came barreling into the bathroom, yelling "Mom Mom!" and carrying an open box of baking soda.
I keep a box of baking soda beside his changing table so that we can sprinkle some into poopy diapers, therefore cutting down the smell significantly and extending the life of the trash bag in the diaper pail.
Anyway, I took the box, thanked him very much and, feeling grateful that he didn't leave a trail of baking soda from his room to the bathroom, I put it up out of his reach and moved on.
A few minutes later, I went into his room to put something away, and I stopped dead.
Apparently, when Noah found the baking soda box and discovered that beautiful, fluffy white stuff comes out of it if you shake it, he decided to make a work of art. He got a dark-purple bucket from his sister's room, placed it upside down on his floor and poured away.
It was quite lovely, if you weren't the person who had to clean it up. I sighed, then turned around to get the vacuum.
Noah ambled into the room, stopped and looked at the mess, then looked up at me and began slowly shaking his head.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Mooooooooooommy," he drawled in a voice that clearly indicated he had never been so disappointed in me in his little life. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Mommy."
I pointed my finger at him. "Hey you," I said. "YOU're the one who made this mess, not me."
He didn't fall for it. The head shaking continued, and he chastised me again. "Oooooooooooooooooooh, Mommy."
What a little actor. I'm now wondering how many things he's made me believe were Sam's fault when, in fact, he was the instigator. I always assumed Sam doth protest too much when it comes to claiming innocence, but I've been less inclined to just take Noah's side lately.
I can't wait to see what he'll pull when he's 5. Sheesh.
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