On More Lies I Tell Julia...

Conversation with Julia during breakfast:

Julia: "Mom, look at my fur on my arms!"
Me: "Fur?!"
Julia: "Oh, I mean ha...."
Me: "Daddy! You forgot to shave her last night!"
(Julia looks quizzically between me and Carl)
Me: "I guess its time to tell you, Julia. The truth is....you're really a cat."
Julia: "NO!"
Me: "Yeah, at night you turn into a cat and Daddy has to shave all your fur off while you're sleeping...and cut off your tail and whiskers before you wake up."
Julia: "No! I'm not a cat!"
Me: "Daddy, tell her!"
Carl: "Yup, you're a cat!"
Me: "See?!"
Julia: "I'm..NOT...A....CAT!"
Carl: "Mommy, did you understand her? Oh my god, she's meowing now!"
Julia: "I'M...NOT...A...CAT!!! I SAID I'M NOT A CAT!"
Me: "What? Meow?"

After about 2-3 minutes of this, Carl snickers to me: "Man, she's going to need a lot of therapy when she's an adult, thanks to us."
Me: "Nah, she's well adjusted. Aren't you well adjusted, Julia?"
Julia: "Meow."