Not doing something

I lost Liam tonight. At home. Stop freaking out. We were at home. When I realized he had quietly wandered out of the room and was way too quiet for anything good, this happened.

M- Liam?
M- LLLLIIIAAAMMMMM???? Answer me, Buddy!
L- I’m not doing someping. (In the most high pitched, trying to be innocent, voice.)
M- RIGHT!?!?!?! (scurrying to find him before he has painted the walls with mascara or something)

I’m not doing someping translates to “Please don’t come in here because this is really fun and I don’t want you to make me stop doing this thing that I know I am not supposed to be doing!”

Luckily he was just playing on Jared’s work computer and hadn’t done any damage yet.