We were about to go out the door, and I really didn’t have
time to mess with her teeth , so I asked Olivia if she’d brushed them yet.
“Yes,” she said. She didn’t miss a beat. “Daddy did it earlier.” I wish I could
say that her voice took on a different, suspicious tone; or that her eyes
looked extra wide, a grin plastered across her face; or that she looked away
immediately after answering me. I wish that I could say that she’d given any
indication that she was being a sneaky rat.
