Isabella, eyeing the artisan cheese Daddy just got at the farmer’s market: “I want some cheese. I want some cheese.”
Daddy, trying to protect his cheese (note: his) from greedy appetites: “That’s not Bella’s cheese. It’s just, um, a package.”
Isabella, undeterred: “I want some package.”
Live by the convenient lie, die by the convenient lie.
Busted!
Just as smart as both of her parents.