Ditching the Evidence

John has a new habit which is both exasperating and funny (not that we can let John see our laughter about it). When we tell him to give something back to us, he runs away and "ditches the evidence." For example, this morning he found a computer disk of lactation handouts of mine. He's not allowed to play with CDs lest he scratch and ruin them, so I said, "John, that's not a toy for you. Hand it back to Mama." In his new typical response, instead he turned tail, ran like crazy, and threw the CD in the other direction. It reminds me of criminals who are fleeing the police and throw the illicit drugs into the bushes so that there will always be doubt in court. It's as if John is saying, "Mama, that wasn't really your CD in my hand. I mean, maybe you think you witnessed it, but how accurate is eye witness? The CD is lying over there on the ground. I am over here minding my own business . . ."