DD (5 1/2 years old) has figured out how to get the step stool out of the closet set it up and get things like, say, the chocolate bunny from Easter down off the top of the fridge by herself. She came to snuggle me yesterday morning smelling of chocolate. I told her I smelled chocolate on her breath and she told me, and I quote:
“No, I noticed last week that my breath naturally smells like chocolate.”
(I emailed this to my mother and she said she laughed until she cried.)
When I called her on that she came up with, “I forgot I wasn’t supposed to get into the Easter candy.” Uh huh. She’d taken the contraband into her closet to eat. I’ve hidden the rest of the bunny, the only candy left, where she can’t see it. I think.
She's smart in ways I can't even concieve.