More confessions of a 5 year old

S today got in trouble for spilling grape juice all over my beige carpet, after which I told him we would not be purchasing any further grape juice until he reaches at least adolescence. After hysterically crying for a few minutes S calmed down and told me that was okay, because I would forget tomorrow:/ Little does he know, that by saying that, he pretty much insures that this will be one of the few things I manage to remember. Plus, it's not like the image of yourself on all fours scrubbing grape juice out of your carpet is not going to come to mind every time you look at grape juice:(