So yesterday afternoon we were driving around in a vain attempt to get The Girl to take a nap. This technique is becoming less effective, so I’m starting to worry that she’s on to us.

At one point, we drove past our old house. Since she was only two when we moved, we’re pretty sure she doesn’t remember living there. But The Misses usually asks her if she does whenever we drive by the place. This is how the conversation the two of them had yesterday went.

The Misses: Do you remember living there?

The Girl: Yeah.

The Misses: Really?

The Girl: Yeah.

The Misses: Are you lying?

The Girl: No! I a tiger! Roarrrr!