My name is mommy and I am a liar and she is on to me.
This morning she asks "Mommy is that your medicine?" pointing to my morning ritual of drinking a liquid shake and fibbing because I don't really want to share.
"Yes, that is my medicine."
"Oh," she replies "you sure like your medicine."
She skipped away, and then came back about seven seconds later. "Papa likes his medicine too."
"Which medicine does Papa like?" I replied.
"I show you." She went to the pantry, opened the door and pointed. "Papa likes those medicines."
She had pointed to the Red Vine licorice.
Clearly he is a liar too.
Our names are mommy and papa and we are liars.