Who put dat dare?

We were cleaning up Nate and Gabe's room a little this morning and found something that didn't belong in the Hot Wheels bin...a sippy cup! Immediately, I began to pray that it didn't have anything in it. My prayers were answered! There's nothing like finding a long lost sippy cup with spoiled milk in it!

Gabe quickly said, "Who put dat dare?"

"It was probably you, Gabe. Isn't that your cup?"

"No. Dats Nate's cup. I allllllllllways put mine in da sink when I done."

Knowing he was trying to put the blame on his brother, I decided to push the issue a little further.

"Nate doesn't drink out of cups like this, Gabe. Are you sure it was him that left it here?"

"Yep." He insisted, "I allllllllways put mine in da sink when I'm done."

"Okay. I'll have a talk with Nate when he gets home about leaving his cups around the house."

I could see the guilt beginning to surface, but still, Gabe stuck to his story.

We came downstairs and were playing trains on the living room floor. Just under the edge of the couch was another sippy cup! I couldn't wait to see what Gabe had to say about that!

"Gabe, look! Nate left another cup on the floor. I think maybe since he's not being responsible, he should lose some priveleges."

"Mom?" There was no hiding the guilt now. I just knew he was going to tell me the truth.

"I don't tink dat Nate should woose his pwiveges. He not do it on poorpus."

"Well, if he tells me the truth about forgetting to put his cups in the sink and he promises to try not to do it again, he won't lose any priveleges," I said.

"Mom?" The confession was coming. "Dis cup was mine, not Nate's. I sorry I weft my cup on da foor."

"What about the cup upstairs?" I questioned.

"Nate should still woose his pwiveges for dat!"