Zoe was in another room this morning while Miles and I were playing in the loft. I heard a crash, or rather that noise of something tumbling off of a counter or shelf. Zoe came running into the room and busied herself with looking really occupied and inconspicuous.
"Is everything okay, Zoe?"
"It was just a little nothing, actually. "
"What was just a little nothing?"
"Oh, just some stuff."
Ahh, the art of deception.