I've always heard older age referred to as a second childhood. I never knew how true that was until L.
There are cookies crumbs all over the counter ans I ask "Hmm, I wonder who has been in the cookie jar?" What do I hear? "Not me!" It doesn't matter to me if she ate a cookie, but she seems to think she'll get in trouble for having done so.
"Who spread the sales papers all over the couch?" "I didn't do it!"
"Why are you sitting at the kitchen table with your teeth out picking little bits of food out?" "I don't know."
Just like a 4 year old.