Ideology

At the end of lunch today, Flash asked to be excused and went to wash his hands. After he came out of the bathroom and was clearly trying to decide what he wanted to do next, we had the following exchange...

Mommy (talking as if to herself, tapping her lower lip): "Hmmmm.... I'm thinking it's time for sneaking up on Flash. And the best part is, he'll have no idea what's coming..."

Flash: (with a screech and a mad dash to the family room): "I have ideas! I have ideas!"

For the rest of the day, anytime he thought I might be plotting something, he's jumped up and down, calling out, "I have ideas! I have ideas!" You sure do, kid.