Last night the girls and I made a chocolate layer cake, just because we could. They ate a really healthy dinner and were both allowed to have a small slice afterward. This morning Aubrey climbed in bed with me REALLY early, before 6am, not sure exactly of the hour but it was still dark outside. I was sleeping with my earplugs in but heard a muffled something about Emma eating “that chocolate cake.” I think I grunted and rolled over to go back to sleep.
After dinner tonight, Aubrey came running out of the bathroom and said, “Momma, it was me that ate that chocolate cake, I was just lying to you.”
Me: (trying to remember what exactly she was talking about) Oh.
Aubrey: It wasn’t Emma, Momma. It wasn’t! It was just me and I ate it with my hand and I’m very sorry.
Good to know if I’m not smart enough to catch her, she at least has a conscience!