
"Impossible," I replied "his hands were empty when we left." Thinking that Koby's guilty conscious had gotten the better of him I asked, "Koby did YOU take those from the haircut place?" "NO MOM! HONESTLY!" Now honesty is one thing I stress time and time again with Koby. Kev and I always tell him that although you will always have a consequence for your actions, the consequences are much better when you tell the truth than if you tell a lie. That being said, I wanted desperately to believe him, but could not comprehend how those cars would have made it to the car, in our house and me not know about it until 3 days later. I had to wait until Ky got up from his nap.
After his nap and once I was sure he was alert, I approached Ky with the two cars. Holding them in my hand I simply asked, "Ky, where did these cars come from?" He looked at me with his big blue eyes, deep in thought. I wondered, does he understand the question? Surely he will not be able to tell these two cars apart from the bizillion of match box cars we have in the playroom. "Haircut place" he replied.
I couldn't believe it. My two year old is officially a fellon! How did Houdini do it? "Kyan, how did these cars get to our house?" Looking at me as innocently as one could possible look having just been caught red handed, "In your purse" he responded.
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, realizing that I have now been made an accessory to the crime, I tell Ky that tomorrow we will go back to the haircut place and return the cars to their rightful owner. Hopefully we will not have to serve any jail time!





