I “stole” a pair of shoes from my daughter’s house one afternoon. I liked them because they were loafers and they fit rather nicely. That was several months ago. Apparently, my three year old granddaughter was not oblivious to what I did.
She was here visiting and like always, she plunders. During her plundering, she stumbled upon the shoes that were sitting on a shelf. She brought them to me wearing an angry scowl on her face and said, “You STILL have Mommy’s shoes?”
I said, “Yes, I do.”
She snapped at me and said, “But they are Mommy’s shoes, not yours!”
“I know, honey,” I said to her as I tried to hide the humor in my voice. “Let’s put them back on the shelf and when she comes to pick you up, we’ll give them back to her.”
“Okay,” she said simply as she returned the shoes to the shelf.
I noticed it wasn't just "you have Mommy's shoes," it was, "you still have Mommy's shoes."
I told my daughter about it later and said, “Holy crap! I thought the child was going to beat my ass and send me to my room with no dinner.”