The C.I.A. should be recruiting me any day now. My interrogation skills are supreme. Not bragging here...it's just a fact.
I walked into the kitchen this morning to find Evan in a puddle of spilled cereal. His pajamas looked like Swiss Cheese because of the holes freshly cut in them.
Me: Evan? What happened to your pajamas? Why are there holes in them?
Evan: There's no holes. ( With a tone that implied "you silly, silly woman)
Me: Evan, I see the holes and I see the scissors on the floor. Don't lie to Mom.
Evan: There's no holes.
Oh to be young again and not even flinch at a bald face lie.
Me: What color were the scissors you used to cut your pajamas?
Evan: (starting to squirm now) Um.....um....the sharp ones.
Me: That's what I thought.