Four year olds are not very good at keeping secrets. Alistair has been singing Frosty the Snowman the past couple of days, so I asked him if he was practicing for the the holiday concert at school.
"Yes. It's a secret."
"You don't need to tell me what songs you're going to sing."
"It's a secret. Shhhh. It's a secret."
"Well, don't tell me."
"It's a secret. It's a surprise."
"Don't tell me."
"It's a glass that you put a candle. You color on it. It's a secret."
Alistair wouldn't make a very good international spy. While Grandpa was upstairs working a bit on Alistair's room, Alistair and Charlotte made him some birthday cards. Then I hid them. Later, Grandpa came downstairs to get something out of the baseement. As soon as he entered the room, Alistair said, "Maybe there are cards that are a secret." Thankfully Grandpa didn't hear him.
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