Today my son is a statue. This came in very handy for him several times. When I asked him to pick up the lite brite pegs: "I can't, I'm a statue". Later, when I asked him to pick up the contents of his piggy bank (that he had ceremoniously dumped on his bedroom floor): "I can't, I'm a statue". He accompanied his statement with a demonstration of a very serious looking statue.
The thought of him staying still for even a few seconds is very appealing, maybe this statue thing could work to my advantage: "If you're a statue, I guess you can't move. Should I just carry you to your bed now then?"
He bolted from the room. So much for being a statue, and so much for picking up the coins. They're still there. Maybe tomorrow we'll try again.
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