Well, at least she's honest

Day before yesterday, Ava and Tim were playing happily in the living room with a pair of wooden maracas. They were smiling and giggling.

I walked into the kitchen to get something, leaving them alone. Just a few seconds later, I heard Timmy crying.

Walking back into the room, I asked, "Ava, why is Timmy crying?"

She replied sweetly, but matter-of-factly, "Because I bonked him on the head!"

Wonderful.