Last night, after Trev put the Bean to bed, I hauled my butt up the steps to the Ladies’ Room. Before I could maneuver myself through the door, I was stopped short by a small voice.
“It a Mommy?” Bean called. “Mommy, nappy.”
“Oh dear,” I said, and went to have a look. This was difficult, because she was up on her feet, trying to throw her arms around my neck. “Up, up”, she insisted, while I tried to hook a finger into her pajama bottoms to see if she needed changing.
All was dry.
“Did you lie to me?” I asked her.
“No seepin’,” she said. “Want up.”
There’s your answer. She is sophisticated enough to deceive now.