Better Him Than Me

Today at his flag football game, Mason lied about having to use the bathroom. Don't ask me why anyone would WANT to go to the port-a-potty that they keep out on the YMCA football field, but Mason thought he absolutely needed to visit. Blake and I both asked him several times if he really had to go, and he insisted that he did. Of course - when Blake got there with him - no results. There is no tolerance for lying, so Blake grounded him to his room and mentioned a spanking. Later in the day, I went up to check on him, and he had several sheets laying near his door along with some items under them. I asked him what the mess was about, and he said it was a trap so his dad would trip when he came up to administer the aforementioned spanking. I was shocked. I said, "Mason, why would you want your daddy to get hurt?" He replied, "Better him than me!" Priceless.