There is glitter on the floor. It follows a path from my bedroom door down the long hallway, into the living room, across the wine colored carpet to a piece of orange paper on the coffee table.
So I ask the 4 and 2 year old "Where did this glitter come from?"
"I don't know"
"Who made this mess?"
"I don't know"
"Who stacked the chairs, opened the cabinet and took out the glitter?"
"I don't know"
"Are you lying when you say "I don't know"?"
"Yes."
They got sent to their rooms before I laughed.
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