I submit to you … a conversation with a three year old:
Sabine: Mommy! I have a scratch!
Me: I’m sorry … where is it?
Sabine: Right here. On my finger.
Me: Ouch! What happened, babe?
Me: Excuse me?
Sabine: Wolverine scratched me.
Me: I don’t think so.
Sabine: Yes he did! Wolverine came at my school and we fight and fight. I hit him like this (strange ninja type moves) and I say, “HEY! WOLVERINE! You don’t come to my school and scratch me!” And I scare him away.
Me: Um. I don’t think that happened. And it’s not very nice to make up stories.
Sabine: Oh. Well (long pause) … maybe I hit it on the bookshelf.