A Good Sneak

Owen has this new habit of trying to make a "good sneak" whenever he knows there's something he's supposed to do. It's fun to be sneaky, but he has tried to do things like sneak outside without permission or sneak into the snack bin and the results were less than favorable for him. So, we told him that it's still fun to sneak for good stuff that he knows he won't get in trouble over. It worked. It worked very well. Almost too well.



Owen sneaks into his clothes in the morning, coming downstairs fully dressed in long sleeved shirts, shorts, and argyle socks. He sneaks into the van when I'm getting everything loaded up, which would be great if he didn't leave the door open, allowing babies in bare socks to run out in to the muddy yard before I can catch them. He sneaks into the tub after dinner, claiming his spot near the faucet before the twins get carried down.



But his favorite sneak, the one he tries every night, is the sneak after bath, into his room, into his pj's. Usually, I'll be checking facebook or doing dishes, and I'll hear a little giggle on the stairs. I'll turn around and see a naked booty crawling under his towel/invisibility cloak back to his room. He loves this sneak, and I think I know why. He tries to pull it off before he gets his hair and body washed. Getting to play in the tub without the nuisance of having to get clean is a win-win in his book. A lot of the time, I just let him get away with it too.

If he sees that I've seen him sneaking, he gets so disappointed. Most of time, he burst into tears. "I was trying to do a good sneak! You ruined my sneak!" So I have learned not to turn my head to creaking noises in the hallway. After 10 minutes or so of playing Transformers in his birthday suit, he'll come out all pj-ed up and ready for bed, saying, "Mom, guess what? I did a good sneak!!! Aren't you proud of me?"

Yes, buddy. I am.