Confessions of a Four-Year-Old

I am recounting a story told to me by my four-year-old daughter today right after a discussion about who is “wild” in her class.

Mad: “Mommy, was I wild when I was like 1 or 2?”

Me: “No, you weren’t. But you’re pretty wild now.” (laughing)

Mad: (very serious) “Mommy, I know why I’m so wild now. I have to tell you something. It’s because when I was 3 I was always sneaking into the kitchen and eating sugar. Ephraim was with me a couple of times.”

Me: (Busting out laughing) “But that was when you were 3. You’re four now.”

Mad: “Well, on my fourth birthday I knew that I would have to stop. Because one time Daddy caught me.”

Me: “Oh, I see.”

Mad: “Here’s how it would happen. Whenever you were on the couch in the living room, Ephraim and I would sneak into the kitchen and get sugar. So it made me wild.”


  1. David says:

    This is great! It reminds me of the time my sister and I started spooning sugar out of the canister my mother kept it in. When she caught us, we confessed that we did it because we wanted false teeth like Grandpa.

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