Apparently, lying is a sign of intellegence.
Or so I read somewhere.
And Godzilla has reached that stage with a vengence. Oh, he’s done the lying before, “I didn’t do it” sort of thing.
The favourite, to date, was when my slice of toast went missing, and, he being the only other person in the room, I questioned him on it.
“I did’ do it. It was daddy!”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“Well, well, well … he has a fat tummy so it must of been him!”
Hmmm, you make an excellent point.
But this time, he assures me he isn’t lying at all. And he is adamant!
“How did the bathroom floor get wet? And the mirror? And the walls? And the …. how did the whole room get this wet!?!?!?!?!!?”
“I don’ know.”
“You were just in the bath. You haven’t left the room. It wasn’t like this when I came in before. How did you do it?”
“I don’ know. It was the Toof Fairies!”
The interrogation, including all logical argument from my side, continued for another 17 minutes.
And still he wouldn’t budge. It was those Tooth Fairies.