Don't Worry

This has become Adam's most commonly repeated phrase as of late. Whenever he asks for something that he knows he can't have or is caught doing something he shouldn't be doing, he pats my knee, gives me a huge smile, and says, "Don't worry."

Our middle child is either the sweetest little guy or quite possibly just manipulative. Maybe he figures he needs to be creative to get his way, sandwiched right in between his brothers the way he is.