“This fell off” Eitan wanders into the playroom where Dada, Mama, Nana, and Papa are hanging out, holding up a leaf from Mama’s single plant.
I clearly was not paying close enough attention, but Papa was. “It just happened to fall off while you were walking by with scissors?”
Eitan, trying to hide the scissors behind his back, “Yes”
All of us: “really?”
Eitan: “Maybe I cut it.”