yesterday i remarked on the new level of cunning my kids had achieved, naively thinking that was a plateau of sorts that they would test out for a while not realizing it was merely a one day stop in their diabolic progression.

today my son came home with a “caught being good” card from school. before i could figure out how he had earned the card, he asked if i could put some similarly colored paper in my printer and make lots of copies of the card.

with my earlier sense of pride waning, i asked why…

he ducked the question for a while before finally admitting he could turn them in to the principal for treats.

six years old and already masterminding a counterfeiting plot. that certainly trumps the mundane manipulation of a babysitter.