Today on our way home from church, I washed Sevy's hands--which usually means treats. I have a stash of Swedish fish in my car that Sevy knows about, but brought fruit-by-the-foot as our special treat for the drive home. Here's the conversation.
Sevy: I want fishies.
Me: I have something better than fishies, but we can't tell daddy because it's a secret.
Sevy: I don't like secrets.
two minutes later after eating a fruit-by-the-foot.
Sevy: Mommy! I like secrets!