My son ratted me out, accidently.
First, let me set the stage for you. I took my 3 yr old son to Dick's SG last Sunday and bought a flippin' stick. The rod sat in my boat until the wife went to work on Monday, at which time I relocated the rod indoors to my rod rack.
Tonite (Friday), my wife, son and I are in the living room watching t.v. and playing trains.
Dad (me) - Son, do you want to help me put new line on my reels.
Son - okay, daddy.
Son comes over to couch and touches rod while I strip old line off.
Son - I like your new fishing rod, daddy.
Wife - What did you say, son.
Dad - (interjects) Nothing, babe.
Son - (not giving a rats ars that I interjected) I like daddy's new fishing rod.
Wife - Babe, did you buy another rod?
Dad - (Pretends not to hear wife and says nothing)
Wife - Son, did daddy buy a new fishing rod when yall went to Dicks?
Dad - Come here son.
Dad - (whispers in son's ear) It's a big boy secret, don't tell mommy.
Son - (Goes over to wife) Mommy, it's a secret. Daddy got a new fishing rod. Do you like it?
Wife - (hesterically starts laughing)
Dad - (Lowers forehead to palm and says) I'm doomed.