Briggs (with big, serious eyes): "I'm sorry, Mommy."
Me: "Why are you sorry?"
Briggs: "Because when the sisters were cleaning up in the basement, I was just playing train table. Do you forgive me?"
Me: "Thanks for telling me that. And yes, of course I forgive you."
Briggs (with a big smile): "And if you forgive someone, then they still get ice cream, right?"
For a moment, I thought maybe my son felt guilt for not doing what he was asked to do and was truly repenting for his wrong doing. Unfortunately, I think he was beating his tattling sisters to the punch and securing his dessert along the way.
Love my smart boy!
