I have a very vivid memory of being sneaky when I was very young, definitely pre-school age. My dad was not flexible at all. If he said something, he was not inclined to back down. This particular night, he decided that I would not be allowed up from the table until I finished everything on my plate. I was not in the mood for mashed potatoes that particular night, so I was stuck sitting there for a very long time. So long that everyone finally left the room, which gave me the perfect opportunity to scrape them back into the serving dish and announce that I had finished.
I can't believe that my mother did not figure that out. Maybe she didn't think I should have to eat the potatoes either.
Easter morning with the family who apparently did not own a lawnmower. We had a cool bird bath though.