Georgia and Isabelle in the bath on Sunday morning.
Georgia has a sponge and is washing the walls and the bath. Isabelle has an old wet wipe and is attempting to copy Georgia.
Georgia: Look at the marks on the bath. It looks like someone had a crayon and scratched on the side of the bath.
Me: Yes, I wonder who that could be. (knowing it was her, and wanting her to admit it.)
Georgia: I have an idea. I know who did it.
Me: Smiling, as now I think she will admit to being the perpertrator.
Georgia: I think it was Jesus who came down and did it while we were out.