Me: No, Zion, you can't have a cookie. I need those for what I'm making. Here have some marshmallows.
Zion, chipper: OK!
Me upon seeing Zion with obvious Oreo cookie crumbs around her mouth: *gasp* Zion! Did you steal a cookie?!
Zion confounded, looking down at her hands and turning them over trying to find what evidence she missed: I wash my hands?! (translation: how did I get caught, I was so careful to clean up after myself)
Me after laughing behind my hand and regaining my composure and as stern as I can possibly manage: Zion, that was naughty to steal that cookie.
Zion, matter of fact: No.
Me: Yes, Zion, that was naughty to steal that cookie.
Zion as if this is the first time she's heard such a thing: oooOOOooooh.