I couldn’t find Chloe around the house until I searched her room. She was sitting in the closet, sulking. I asked her what’s wrong, and she looked at me and said, “you know what you did!”
I looked at her and said, “No I don’t. What’s the matter?”
She glared at me and said, “Yes you do! I’m not going to tell you! Because you know!”
Only five years old and learning the secrets of talking like a woman.