Family Bonding Time

So my 8 year old son approaches me recently and tells me that he would like to have some "family bonding time". OK. I'm good with this. My mind goes to the times we play Scrabble together (my favorite game of all time), but he patiently explains to me that nobody likes to play with me because when I win (every single game) I jump and yell and am pretty much a sore winner.

Yikes....

So I invite my 8 year old and my 10 year old to come take a walk with the baby and I. My son looks up at me and tells me that this is great "family bonding time"... and he proceeds to ask me if I have any secrets. What kind of a secret? The kind of secret that nobody else knows except me. A secret of when I was a kid. I am beginning to get it now. I think he is wanting to confess something, but needs me to make it not seem too bad. My mind flashes forward and I see him confessing to the big fat finger swipe in my freshly iced cake. I made those boys do how many jumping jacks trying to get a confession! This is it. He's gonna confess. So I am racking my brain, thinking... trying to come up with a great "secret" that I did when I was a kid.

The only thing I could come up with was my story about how I used to wipe my boogers on the back of the TV and how I got busted for it one day and was never more embarassed in my life... He's asking me questions like what my parents did and did I get grounded. I patiently tell him that while I was in trouble for doing it, I wasn't in as much trouble as I could have been if I had lied or tried to blame it on my brothers or my sister. Now it's his turn! I calmly ask him what "secret" he wants to share. I have him trapped. I knew from the beginning it was him. I had a feeling.

"So, Sweetie, what is your secret?"
"I don't have ANY secrets."
"None at all? Nothing you want to share?"
"Nope." He kicks some dirt up as he walks.
"You are sure?"
"Yup." He directs his huge brown eyes up at me.

You mean I told you my booger story for nothing?