I'm downstairs, and Aaron comes halfway down the stairs and calls for me. He sits down and says, "Mama, I was sitting and not doing anything, and the hanging clothes thing fell on my foot and I got an owie."(referring to THIS)
(I'm already suspicious, but I go with it.)
Me: Oh honey, I'm sorry. You got hurt?
Aaron: No...I didn't get hurt. But it just fell on my foot.
Me: Oh, that must have been surprising.
Aaron: Well, I touched it and it fell.
Me: Oh. You touched it with your foot?
Aaron: No, with my hand. I spun it, just once.
Me: Oh yeah, it's got velcro on top so it comes undone easily.
Aaron: Yeah, I spun it around and around and around and around and then Boom! But it's the only time I've ever done that.
Me: Yeah, that happens. (pause)
Aaron: Yeah, I do that all the time.
Me: OK, well now you know what happens. I like it when you tell me the truth. Want a hug?
Aaron: yes!