Betty woke at 5.30am the other morning claiming to be 'disappointed' with the temperature in her room. The commotion woke Dolly up. Tom stayed in their bedroom with Dolly, and sent Betty off into our bedroom, on the understanding that she would sneak into our bed and go to sleep quietly next to me (I was ill).
This was the conversation the following morning:
Tom: Betty, did you let Mummy stay asleep when you got into bed with her?
Betty: Yes Daddy, I did.
Me: You did not! You nagged me for an hour about putting the TV on and then you informed me that 'you were not my slave' when I asked if you could find the remote control yourself. You then went on and on about how Duckie [her toy duck] wasn't very well, and you became irate when I wouldn't switch the light on to find him some Calpol.
Tom: Betty? Is this true?
Betty: No Daddy, it isn't true. I let Mummy sleep. I was a good girl, I went straight to sleep.
Me: Betty! You did not! You are fibbing. You must not fib, it is naughty. I am taking away your treat today.
Betty looking panic stricken, thinks for a second
Betty: But Mummy, I can't know what I am saying.
Tom to Me: I think she is claiming the fifth amendment... or maybe trying to make out that she wasn't of sound mind at the time of the utterance? We seem to have either a great lawyer or a criminal mastermind on our hands here.