Sometimes I mess with my kids. Just a little bit. They always think it's funny.
Usually when I move the kids up in size of clothing, I just do it all at once. I take all the old clothes out of the closet, then grab my stash of the next size up, and restock the closet. It takes a couple of hours to do all this, but I think it's easier than doing it in bits and pieces.
I looked at him and said, "Pierce! Why did you make this huge mess in your room?!" His eyes got really wide and he looked shocked. His jaw dropped.
I smiled. Then he realized I was messing with him. He started cracking up. He loves it when I mess with him, once he figures it out.
Readers, do you mind when you get teased?