the showman
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2009.12.01
The Boy's taken to lying to us. And through the use of theatrics!
If I take something from him—let's say an oily container from some food—he'll run to his mum, holding his hand and saying, "Daddyyyyy itaiiiii", meaning that I'd hurt him. The little ham!
And if that's not bad enough, he'll sneak a peak at me to see if I feel moved enough to hand back the (usually dirty or dangerous) item. What's more, he'll rub at his eyes as if genuinely crying, even when there are no tears coming. Rascal!