Honesty!

I know this honest stage will pass, but I love it.

I heard a horrible cry from my son so I rushed into the bedroom to see what was wrong. I find him rubbing his face and his sister sitting quietly near him. He runs to me crying. As I pick him up I ask, "Did you hit your brother?"

"Yeah, MaMa!" was the response I got sounding very calm quiet and matter of fact.

I told her, "We don't hit! Tell BoBo (her nickname for him) sorry!" All the while I am holding back a smile.

He was fine, and was already back to playing. She looked at him and said, "Sorry, BoBo!" As she kissed his forehead!

I just thought, "It would be nice if this type of honesty lasted forever!