A brief weirdness event here. I went out to the garage to get a biscuit for Ash, and there was Vlad (4), whom I hadn’t seen lately now that I think about it, standing there holding his bottom and looking upset. “I didn’t get out!” he says. “Hmm, and you wet your pants, too,” I said, and brought him in for a bath and dry clothes.
I think he went in the garage while the door was up, after Anoreth and Bill left, and was stuck inside when I put the door down. He didn’t want to come into the house through the door, because he’s not supposed to play in the garage, so he just waited for someone to raise the door again. At least he could see, since there’s a window on the door to the back yard!
Awww! Poor little guy got caught in a flim-flam.
Sounds to me like he was pretty darned sure he’d be busted if he solved his entrapment by coming in through the door into the house.
That reflects a low degree of confidence in his ability to defend himself by speaking the truth, and maybe a secondary lack of faith that he would be believed.
Time for a big hug, and the standard, “If that ever happens again, just come right in through the door and tell me.” And, subject to parental discretion, reinforcement with some other form of “consolation prize.”
Pete sometimes wandered out back to play in the sandbox. The cold weather has kept him from straying too far. ;-)
“But I didn’t wanna bother anyone!”
*sigh*