Owen to Ryan (in the other room): I’m telling on you.
A few seconds later Owen is standing in front of me.
Mommy (interrupting): Are you here to tattle?
Owen: Ugh. Momma…
Mommy interrupting again: Are
you going to tattle?
Owen more annoyed than before: Ugh. Momma…
Mommy interrupting yet again: Owen it sounds like s tattle coming. Are you going to tattle?
Owen: No, I’m not going to tattle.
Mommy: What would you like to say then Owen?
Owen with a deep (and defeated sigh): I love you momma.
Mommy: I love you too bud.
Do you think he got my point? I do 🙂