Me: “You’re too young to fly on a plane by yourself.”
Niece: “Oh yeah? When I was a baby I flew here to see Grandma and Grandpa.”
Me: “And you remember that?”
Niece: “Uh-huh.”
Me: “Then you remember the plane crash, too?”
Niece: “Uh-huh!”
Me: “A-ha! There was no plane crash! I caught you fibbing!”
Niece: “No, there was! Grandma said so!”
Me: “Sorry, kiddo. I’m not convinced. You’re going to have to wait a few years to visit me in Chicago.”
Niece: “Ahhhhhh…I’m telling.”
Me: “Go right ahead. I’m not changing my mind.”
Niece: “GRANDMA!”
