Mary-Beth came to me this morning wearing her most innocent look. You know the one: the chin is pressed to the chest, the eyes are looking up at you over the glasses, the bottom lip is sticking out. That look. Knowing her as I do, and having seen that look before, naturally I smelled a rat.
Her: Mommy? Jonah almost throwed that car at me.
Me: Really? He almost threw that car at you?
Her: Yes, he did. He almost throwed that car at me and it keeps making me mad every day.
Me: Hmmm. Did he throw the car at you, or did he almost throw the car at you?
Her: He almost throwed it.
Me: Ah. Well, why would he throw a car at you? Did you throw a car at him?
Her: Yes, but I keeped missing him.
Now we're getting to it.
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