G, wandering into the bedroom in which I'm checking blogs: Mama. I didn't eat any candy canes.
Me, looking up suspiciously: You didn't?
M: Okay then.
G: Mama. My hands are all sticky.
M: Oh really?
M: From what? From the candy canes you didn't eat?
G: Nooo. From the candy canes I DID eat!
M: Mmmhmmm. And where exactly did you get these candy canes?
G: I dunno.
M: You don't?
M: Beg pardon?
G: That's a French thing!