A few months ago, we were driving home, Kathryn and I saw an impressive shooting star. While it wasn't as impressive as the Edmonton Fireball, it was still pretty cool - and lasted for about 20 seconds or so.
Kathryn, (who immediately regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth) says to the girls "Look girls, a shooting star". Now, keep in mind that Emily can't find things in the house when they are on the floor directly in front of her.
Neither of the girls saw it before it burned up - cue the whines and cries. So Kathryn says "Oh no, I was wrong, it was just an airplane".
Rebecca ate it up, but Emily continued to snivel, pout and moan ("why do these things always happen to me").
Becca, in her meanest yelling voice, turns to Emily and says:
"EMILY! IT WASN'T A SHOOTING STAR. MOMMY SAID IT WAS JUST A PLANE!"
(and was probably calling her Triplet or Crank in her head)
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