Scheming with Rock

The older our little guy gets, the more I'm realizing how crafty he can be. Just look at these eyes, tell me that he isn't cooking up some hijink or shenanigan.
I'm still not sure what he was planning here, but those eyes sure look shifty.
One of his latest schemes was to try and trick DeAndra into letting him drive the car. He put on my shoes and stomped around the kitchen while DeA was in the bathroom. Then he tried to talk in his best baritone 'Aaron' voice and ask where the keys were. She wasn't buying what he was selling, probably because he can't talk yet.

He doesn't just limit his plans to DeAndra and I, lately he tried to pull one on the local golf course. Seems that all the local courses prohibit outside beverages, and Rock is not a fan of that fascist policy. He tried to sneak his cold one into his golf bag, but had trouble fitting the Big Gulp into his junior sized bag.

Like all good conmen, Rock has an excuse and story for everything! First he tries to smile his way out of things.


Then he starts to lay on the charm and tell a long drawn out story about how it couldn't have been his fault that the bananas ended up on the couch. Can you tell who he is trying to frame for this?

But I don't want anyone walking away from this thinking that we don't discipline the little bugger. We make him clean up the messes from his projects, like this one where he tried to spill all of the plain milk to make his mommy bust out the chocolate stuff.