Whether it's confessing to pulling her friend's hair, or claiming the stinky gas that eeked out, Isabel certainly is in a "brutally honest" stage. Today, as we were walking on the Ma and Pa Trail, we were talking about how quickly we'd get to the playground.
Me: "Since we're both running, we'll be there soon."
Isabel: "Mommy, I'm running. You're just walking."
Nothing gets past her.