I've come to the realization that my son is a rat.
I don't mean that he looks like a rat, no whiskers, doesn't have buck teeth, really hates cheese actually. I mean rat like in "stoolie", "narc","snitch" and so on.
You see, he's just about three, and his biggest fascination is telling anyone who listens exactly what he did that day, who he saw, where he was; you get the picture.
Normally this isn't a bad thing, as I believe that he has great communication skills, and I appreciate that he likes to talk to people, he's just like his father in that sense.
The evil part is that he tells his mother anything we did when it's just me and him. If Daddy stops at the donut shop and gets a coffee? Mommy finds out. Daddy talking to a pretty girl at play-gym? Mommy knows about it. It's like packing around a video camera and just handing the tape to the Wife when I get home.
Do I have anything to hide? Not really. I'd never do anything bad in front of my son, it's just that one of these days I know he's going to say we were somewhere or did something, or saw someone and the Wife is going to explode.
And I know she'll believe him way before she believes me.
But I really like hanging out with the Boy, love it when we get to spend time together.
I guess I'll keep the little squealer around.