My little brother Micah is four years old and somewhat of a sassypants. He used to worship me, but that got lost somewhere... Now he thinks I'm annoying (imagine that!), despite the great care I take of him.
This past Saturday, he said he was hungry, so I told him I'd make him something. He said, no, he just wanted one of the sandwiches Mum had made a couple days before and stuck in the fridge.
"But Micah," I said, "You won't like it."
"Yes I will!" said Micah, ever contrary.
"It has Miracle Whip. You hate Miracle Whip."
"No, I love Miracle Whip!"
"But it has mustard."
"I like mustard!"
"It has ham."
"I like ham!"
All of these declarations of love from my little brother were false. He hates all those things! So, to show my horror at his falsehoods, I said dramatically,
By this time he'd taken the sandwich out of the fridge and, looking at me innocently, said,
"I like lies and a scandal."
...what a liar...