Note: This post is best understood after reading "car talk" below.
I went downstairs this morning to discover the girls already awake, and red stains all over our white area rug. I suspected the red Jell-O from the trifle in the fridge that had, no doubt, proved too tempting. I immediately put Ella in time-out on the stairs and went to work with the Folex, removing the stains. As I cleaned, I questioned Ella about what had happened.
"Why did you get into the trifle when you know you're not allowed to open the fridge?"
"It's not trifle, Mama!"
"What is it, then?"
"Juice."
"Well, you're not allowed to get juice either. Stay in time-out."
A few seconds went by before I heard Ella's little voice from the stairs. "If you can read my mind, why did you think it was trifle?"
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