Guileless

Rachel, trying not to cry: "Mamma, Mahee..."
Me, coming around the corner and noticing she's right next to the cat: "Did Molly bite you, honey?"
Rachel, not making eye contact: *sniffle* "No."
Me, kneeling and patient: "Rachel, did Molly hurt you?"
Rachel, shaking her head: "No..."
Me: "Rachel, where did Molly bite you?"
Rachel, pointing to her arm: "Right dere."

Like when I took the older two shopping for Daddy's Christmas present. A long talk on the way back about surprises, and the first thing she says when we get in the house: "Daddy, we got you ties for Christmas! I chose a blue one like your and my eyes but Dale liked yellow even though Mamma tried to show him other ones."