I was helping Simon take his sweatshirt off when he was getting ready for bed, and he said, in his little way, "It's all my fault."
He speaks so under his breath a lot of times with his deep little voice that I often have trouble hearing him. This time I had heard him but I had no idea what he was talking about, so I asked, "What are you talking about Simon? What's your fault?"
"Well I lost my new toy. My McDonald's toy. It's all my fault."
"Well, you're right, that is your fault buddy. I am sorry you lost your toy but there's nothing we can do about it is there?"
"No. It's all my fault."
Rewind to earlier in the day:
I took all the boys to run to the grocery and unbeknownst to me Simon took his new McDonald's toy in with him.
It kind of turned out to be, not a horrible trip, but one of those that by the time I was getting everyone buckled back up, I just wanted them to be quiet, so I could, you know, "gather myself" so I could make it though the rest of the evening without losing my temper.
Then I hear Simon and Eli talking about Simon's toy. Apparently he left it in the store. Since I'm so full of compassion and whatnot, I say, "That's why I always tell you not to take toys in the store." Simon was sad but that was the end of it, but then again, it wasn't, was it?