The Little Informant and the Merciless Pursuers.

While the children were taking their nap,
I was secretly eating a cup of instant noodles.

Instant noodles during nap time are special.

There is no worry of them getting soggy, no one to steal them from me, and
I can eat them while they are still hot.

It was just as I was savoring that small happiness.

“...Daddy, what are you doing?”

Standing behind me was my four-year-old eldest daughter, who was supposed to be asleep.

I've been caught!

I have nothing but a bad feeling about this!

As expected, the negotiations for “give me a bite” began.

However, since it was spicy ramen,
I refused, saying, “You can't eat this because it's spicy!”

Then my eldest daughter made a dissatisfied face and
left the room.

A few seconds later...

“Mommy! Daddy is eating red bean poison (chili pepper) all by himself!”

Distortion!

An overwhelming distortion of the facts!!

What do you mean, poison!

Is chili pepper bean poison!?

It seems she saw the chili pepper package and came up with her own interpretation.

The moment my eldest daughter's scream echoed through the living room,
I heard the sound of small footsteps, “pitter-patter,” coming from the bedroom!

Having sensed my eldest daughter's report,
my one-year-old second daughter made a mad dash to the front lines while rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Even though she didn't understand the situation, she grabbed the hem of my shirt,
and pointed at me intensely, saying, "No! No!"

I was being treated as a complete suspect.

If my eldest daughter is the prosecutor, then my second daughter is public opinion.

No fact-checking ever takes place.

The loudest voice wins.

In the end, Mom checked the scene and the misunderstanding was cleared up.

However, I learned something.

A four-year-old has a better sense of language than I imagined.

And a one-year-old is surprisingly good at reading the room.

Dad's secret snack time is under strict surveillance again today.

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