A few weeks back I walked into Levi's room to find his foam cowboy hat from Michael's ripped to shreds. I quickly picked up all the evidence that Fonz left behind and stuck it in the trash before he walked in the room. He probably wouldn't notice it was gone and I really didn't feel like dealing with a meltdown!
Fast forward a few weeks. Levi and I were outside working in the garden or washing the car or something. Out of the blue he asks "where's my cowboy hat?"...I cringed and said "I don't know" (oops...well, technically I don't know exactly where it is or what landfill it ended up in!).
He sat there thinking....a couple seconds later....he said very matter-of-factly, "maybe Fonzie chewed it".
"WHAT?", I thought to myself..."how does he know that?!"
He continued..."Maybe you threw it away". Really? How in the world?!
Levi: "Maybe we can go to the store to get a new one".
Me: "Sure, buddy". Funny how he knew the truth without me even telling him!