I lied.

I lied about The Drought.
I just recalled a conversation between myself and my only daughter that I should like to record for posterity.

Me: Sophy did you cut your hair in Sunday School this morning?

Sophy: Uhm. Nope.

Me: Are you sure? What's this weird spot here? Looks like you made a tiny snip?

Sophy: Uhm, hmmmm. Nope.

Me: You'll be in bigger trouble for lying than cutting your hair.

Sophy: I'm sorry, Mom. Yes. I didn't mean to.

Me: Ok, Sophy. I'm glad you told me the truth. Don't cut your hair, ok?

Sophy: (After a long, strained silence) Uh, Mama?

Me: Yes?

Sophy: I'm really sorry about cutting that OTHER little girl's hair.

Me: ((Mouth hanging open...unable to speak.))

Sophy: It's ok. It's ok.

Me: Sophy, please tell me that you didn't cut someone else's hair!

Sophy: I don't want to lie!

Me: Who was it?

Sophy: I don't know who she is.

Me: What color is her hair?

Sophy: White.

Me: Sophy, this is bad. How much did you cut?

Sophy: Don't worry, Mom. She'll never miss it.