Unfiltered Story #363431

(My desk sits at one end of our couch and our son, who is fifteen months old, likes to climb onto it to throw my mouse pad and wireless mouse onto the floor. On the day this story takes place, my husband is sitting on that end of the couch and our son keeps trying to climb over him to get to my desk.)

Husband: *sternly* Hey, no! No! You do NOT belong on Mama’s desk!

Son: *starts crying* Maaaamaaaa!

Me: *shakes head* No, you know you don’t belong on the desk.

(Our son starts crying even harder as he tries to climb over my husband. My husband keeps picking him up and setting him on the couch. This repeats for a while until:)

Son: *sniffles as he stands and tries to climb over my husband yet again* Maaamaaaaa!

Husband: *exasperated* Oh, those tears are so fake! You’re not even really crying right now!

(At that moment, our son stops crying and sits down next to my husband as if he hadn’t been crying the past ten minutes.)

Husband: *shocked* Did he really just–?!

Me: *nodding and laughing* Yes, yes he did!