Hannah was an ornery cuss all night, beginning with getting whiney about my insistence that she practice her piano lesson correctly, and ending with holding the bathtub plug out of my reach when I asked for it, under the guise of shaking the excess water off it. Then she went into her room to get dressed and cry in her mirror. I took the mirror out, so she had to cry alone.
After she came out, I asked her if she wanted to talk about what had upset her.
Hannah: Well, I just got a little tired. You know how tired people get cranky?
Me: Oh. Then I guess you should brush your teeth and get ready for bed now.
Hannah: I was just a little bit tired...
As I've mentioned before, this child is inventive, and has no compunction about making stuff up. Fortunately for me, she has not yet mastered the concept of what comes next after she feeds me a line. When she figures out how to predict my response and trouble-shoot that, I'm dead in the water. She's a much better liar than I ever was.