The Watermelon Thief

When I opened the fridge there was a knife and a hole in the previously untouched watermelon that I was saving for our picnic. I called the little one into the kitchen and asked her if she had helped herself to a treat. She swore that she hadn't. Blonde curls were bouncing side to side as she shook her head to say "no, not me". She didn't realize that the juice dripping from her chin gave her away. She licked her lips all the way to time out. I tried not to laugh. In her defense, it was an irresistibly good watermelon.