Tuesday afternoon, Ricki wanted to avoid study-play with me, so she conveniently went up to the roof patio to play games in the sukkah (Succoth-booth). Her ploy worked, as I really wanted to read, anyway. Studies could wait.
Late that night the long-predicted rain fell. And sukkot (plural of sukkah) are not exactly waterproof. (Actually, our downstairs one does have an emergency rain cover. But not the one on the roof.).
So early on Wednesday morning, Ricki went up to the roof, and came down with the games. “Mom the games were in the rain, They’re wet.”
-“Who on earth would leave toys in the sukkah when rain was expected.?!!?” (As if I didn’t know! Actually, in all fairness, I’m not sure anyone shared the weather report with her…)
Not “I dunno.”
Not her brother.
Acknowledgement of blame.
I think it’s the first time she’s done it. Five minutes later I called her into the room., and praised her, for telling the truth.