At least he's honest.

We've been using the side door of our house throughout the last week as the main exit/entrance instead of our front door due to the large mounds of snow still heaped in front of the house. One would think that at least some of the children would have caught on to the idea by now, but that person would be sadly mistaken. Finally, as we left the house for the third time today, I foolishly threw out a rhetorical question at my beloved six-year old.

"Paul," I demanded in total exasperation, "how many times today have I told you to go to the other door?"

"Oh, five....or six," he replied nonchalantly. "Well, actually seven."