Ruby: Here mom, I have some lovely flowers for you.
Me: Thank you Ruby, but I thought I asked you not to pick any more of our flowers.
Ruby: I didn't pick our flowers, mom! I got them from the the market. Yeah, I just walked to the market, and saw these most beautiful shiny flowers, and I asked the man if I could get them, and he said yes, and then he told me that they were made of glass, kind of like Cinderella's slippers. So I brought them home from the market just for you, mom.
Me: Wow, that's quite the story. You wouldn't lie to me now would you?
Ruby: No! I Promise.
What the girl lacks in integrity, she makes up for in imagination.