Ruthie: Look, Mom, I HAVE GUM?
Me: Uh, where did you get that?
Ruthie (shrugs shoulders): I don’t know.
Me: No really, where did you get that.
Ruthie: I don’t know!
Me: Ruthie, you need to tell me the truth.
Ruthie: Off the floor.
Me: OFF THE FLOOR? YOU PICKED USED GUM OFF THE FLOOR AND PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH??
(Look of relief on my face).
Ruthie (with dramatic hand motions to illustrate): I picked the hair off it first.