This is what happens when you take your 3-year-old shopping:

Family conversation on the way to dinner last night…

Ron (to Me): Hey, you have your wallet in the car, right?

Me: I think so, but let me check, why?

Ron: Because I don’t have mine. I’m not actually even sure where it is.

A, without skipping a beat: That’s OK, Dad. We just bought you a new one. It even has a clip for your money and place to put your cards. And it’s brown and it is in a box. Mommy and I went shopping at the mall, and we got it for you for Jesus’ birthday. You can use that one.

Ron: Bahahahaha! Do you hear him?

Thanks, A! I guess we’ll need to have a discussion about when it’s OK to keep secrets.