Unfortunately, SillyBilly woke me up at 6 am this morning saying he had had a bad dream.
Fortunately, after some reassuring words and a hug from me, he went right back to bed.
Fortunately, the kids were completely quiet and didn’t come to say good morning to us until 7 am.
Unfortunately, they were being too quiet*: when I went into their room to open the curtains, SillyBilly quickly hid in the closet, carrying something in his hands.
Fortunately, he came right out of the closet when I asked him to.
Unfortunately, he refused to tell me what he had left in there.
Fortunately, he finally decided to do as I asked, and brought out the hidden object.
Unfortunately, it was revealed to be one of Napoleona’s summer dresses that her Grammy had sewn for her.
Fortunately, SillyBilly also immediately handed over the contraband scissors he had somehow obtained from the top of an armoire (he dragged over the cats’ scratching post and climbed up, I’m guessing).
Unfortunately, the dress was ruined.
Poor little guy. We talked about how cutting up the dress (he said he wanted to make new clothes from it) was just a simple mistake kids make**, but the worst part was that he had gotten the scissors down when he knows that high shelves are off-limits.
He burst into remorseful tears several times before breakfast. I assured him that all was forgiven, but that he definitely should never do that again, and should ask me prior to embarking on any future craft projects. (All said in 5-year-old-appropriate language, of course.)
On the one hand, I’m kind of proud of him for figuring out how to get the things he wants, and I’m glad he showed natural remorse. (Today after saying a verboten word, he came up to me and said sorry because “I want to be good, Mama.”)
But then I’m a little peeved that his creativity is showing in such sneaky ways. I suppose this is classic little boy stuff, of which I have no experience.
*You know, when the kids are playing nicely together, but then you notice just how silent it all is in there, which invariably means mischief is afoot.
**Like the other time he snuck the scissors, and cut the front of his hair. I really don’t give them access to scissors that freely, he just tests boundaries occasionally.