To all the people who I have already told this amusing anecdote to: I'm sorry.
My mum has told me a thousand times a cute story about my toddler mischief, ending in a hilarious punch line, delivered by a 2 year old (that would be me). Basically, I did something naughty and when my mum asked who did it, I blamed my baby sister (who couldn't move, much less talk) and when my mother expressed doubt in the fact that the culprit could have been Katie, I looked her in the eye and said, "Who are you going to believe? Me, who tells the truth? Or her? Who lies."
27ish years later:
Jude was playing with the remote for the DVD. At some point he pressed the "open" button and the tray came out of the player. This amused Jude to no end, and after confirming that it was he who made the tray come out, he set about trying to repeat his feat.
Now, Jude has been known to cause havoc with the DVD player, so I quickly put an end to his fun. A little while later, I was in the kitchen making Jude's lunch when I heard the unmistakable sound of the DVD player opening.
"What are you doing in there?" I called.
Jude let out a very guilty and excited shriek and I heard the quick pitter patter of his little footsteps running away. When I looked out into the living room, Jude was no where to be found. And the remote for the DVD player? It was sitting beside Sophie.