Julia is sugar and spice and everything nice. She responds to raised eyes, but with her brother, we practically have to poke his eyes. It's becoming more apparent the older she gets that she might be one of those people who won't ever be able to tell a lie.
A few days ago after showering, Stacey noticed that things were a little too quiet and went searching for the kids. At first Julia wouldn't answer, but Stacey eventually found her in the bathroom with the lights off. When Julia came out she had a really guilty look on her face and was holding something behind her back. Stacey asked what was wrong. With her hands still behind her back she said that she didn't want to tell. Stacey said that it's OK for her to tell her, she wouldn't get mad. At that point Julia broke down into tears, and while sobbing, pulled a half-eaten bag of Scooby Snacks from behind her back. She had sneaked downstairs and gotten into the pantry of goodies. Choking back the tears she said she didn't want to say anything because she didn't want Stacey to be mad at her. She cried for a while until Stacey talked her through it and gave her a few hugs...
A few days later the kids were playing together in Julia's room. At one point Jonathan started to cry and came downstairs. Something had happened. Most likely he was trying to get something of hers and she didn't want him to have it. I went upstairs and asked Julia what had happened. She started to cry and asked through the tears if she was going to get into trouble. I told her no, and that I wanted her to tell me what this situation was all about. She wouldn't. I asked if she had hit Jonathan. No. Then I asked if she had pushed Jonathan. The flood gates opened and the wailing began...
It's funny how in both of these situations simply getting her to confess (or just guessing what she did) is punishment enough.