Samuel: "Dis is sticky." (referring to the syrup bottle)
Me: "Yes, I wonder who got it all sticky."
Samuel: "Not me." (pause) "I tink it was Daddy."
Me: "Oh, you think Daddy did this, huh?"
Samuel: "Yeah, it was Daddy. He made that mess."
Author's note: I know for a fact that it wasn't his daddy, because his daddy hates sticky lids on ketchup, mustard, and syrup. Also, his daddy doesn't use syrup very much at all anymore. Just to set the record straight.