What I don’t see won’t thwart him

Morris comes running into our upstairs bathroom, where I’ve just stepped out of the shower. “Mom! Stay in here for a long time!”

Me: “I can’t — I need to get dressed.”

Morris: “Okay, but don’t look at me.”

Me: “All right. I won’t look at you.”

Morris: “I’m going to get dressed.”

Me: “Sounds good.”

Morris, whispering: “And I’m going to jump on your bed.”

Me: “Sweetie, you know that if I see you jumping on my bed, I’m going to tell you to stop.”

Morris: “That’s why I told you not to look at me!”