Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

I love criminal investigation shows, like Castle, Criminal Minds, etc. Especially when they are holding the suspects for questioning. The investigators are just so astute with their questions, they always seem to know how to psychologically break someone down and force the truth out of them. I envy their witty ability every time (although I know it's just pretend!)

Here's the story of how I got my chance to play the smooth interrogator:

Last week Rico was on vacation from classes, so he was home with the girlie girls every day.

One morning he fell asleep on the sofa, and when he woke up a few minutes later, a dining room chair had been removed from the table and pushed up against a kitchen counter, just under the snack cabinet.

Ricardo called for Ellie, and asked her who moved the chair.

To which she promptly and frankly replied..... "Eva did it."

Amazing!

He later recapped the story for me over dinner, and told me to try asking her to see what she'd say to me.

I repeated the question, and she very emphatically answered, "It was Eva!"

Ricardo and I exchanged a look.

"Wooow," I mused, shaking my head as I pushed my food around my plate. "Eva must be pretty strong!"

"Yep," Ellie nodded. She was sticking to her guns.

I kept my eyes on my rice as I continued nonchalantly, "And how do you think she moved it?"

"She pushed it over there!" she didn't miss a beat.

"Hmm. So, she had to stand up to push it over there? She was walking??  But, Eva doesn't walk!" I scratched my head, pretending to be confused.

Ellie's big, somber eyes met mine, but she didn't say anything. This would end soon.

"How do you think she could have moved it, if she can't walk?" I wondered out loud.

She hung her head in defeat. "Okay.... it was me."

Officer, take her away!

Okay, I didn't say that. But is it bad that I wanted to??