Do you guys remember the post on Jack and the infomercials? The kid loves infomercials.
This morning, we hit a new low. He was laying in our bed, watching cartoons. Suddenly he ran downstairs and into the kitchen and handed me the phone, where I heard a lady saying, "Hello? Sir?"
"Jack, who is it?" I whispered.
"Mommy, talk to her! She needs your credit card number!"
Jack had called the number to order Slushy Magic. Really, they let a six year old get all the way to the point where they need a credit card.
He is either incredibly smart and determined OR so totally manipulative I need to worry about him turning into a serial killer.