Thalia: Daddy, are we going to a restaurant? Mommy said you were taking me and Freya to a restaurant to eat because they're going to a birthday party.
Me: Really? A restaurant? Mommy told you that?
Thalia: Yes. We are going to a restaurant...
I thought about calling Laura to verify the message but I instead chose to believe that my two-year-old wouldn't make up an elaborate bold-faced lie to me, her loving father, in church on a Sunday.
We went to The Cottage restaurant for a tasty, filling brunch that we all enjoyed very much, then we returned home for a late nap, which never happened because Thalia was buzzed on chocolate milk, pancakes, and maple syrup.
When Laura came home, she confirmed what I had suspected:
Laura: I didn't say anything about a restaurant.
Me: Thalia, Mommy never told you I was taking you to a restaurant!
Laura: I said she was going home with you for a nap!
Thalia: Oh. Hmm....
My two-year-old is a con artist!
