The following is a conversation between David and me today:
Me: David, how did things like balls,
an instrument, and your sister's socks
get into the rain barrel?
...David looks sheepish and his eyes dart around
as he tries to think of a great story...
Me: David, tell me the truth. How did they get there?
David: Mommy, I will tell you the truth...
but Mommy, will you show me mercy?