
My nephews are hilarious in many ways. The latest development is when they're being interrogated on the latest inter-sibling fight. (Inter-sibling? Intra-sibling? Anyone? Bueller?)
You see, they have yet to develop guile - or any ability to lie without it being utterly obvious to anyone over the age of six.
Thus we get conversations like this:
"Why is Josh crying?"
"He wouldn't share! And he got upset!"
"And did you ask him if you could play?"
"Yes! And he wouldn't share!"
"And did you rip the toy away from him?"
"Well..."
Or:
"Alex called me names!"
"Was that because you hit him?"
"Well..."
They're all totally confident, utterly in the right, and then you hit on THE question - the one that sends their whole I'm-totally-in-the-right-here argument crashing to the ground - and you get that "Well...", and from then on Mummy has no problem figuring out who's at fault, and Auntie Maz is utterly thrilled that it's not her job because she's too busy cracking up laughing in the corner and trying not to let her nephews see...