Lucy. The four year old.
And I had to do my best to not laugh.
She marched into the living room and said. "Guess what? Ella could reach the knife."
Her head was cocked to one side and she had one hand on her hip.
In the other hand? The offending butter knife. Covered in jelly from the morning's jelly bagels.
I didn't feel like there was anything else I could do but to apologize.