The actual conversation:
Me: "Becky, why does it look like someone rubbed dirt all over your face?"
Becky: "Because Joshy smashed my face into the ground and rubbed dirt all over it."
Me again: "Wait. Did he really?"
The result of this conversation?
A discussion about telling the truth, telling a lie, and pretending. She's three. I am sure that we will have this discussion MANY more times.
PS. How many times did the baby get up, you ask?
I lost track around the 10th time. No miracles for me.