This morning, after her bath, Shea was sitting on the bathroom floor toweling off and babbling to herself. After a minute or two I overheard her shouting (in a mock alarmed tone), "Security! Security!"
So I popped my head in to investigate.
Karin: "What are you saying, Shea?"
Shea: "Security! Security!" she replied, with an impish grin.
Karin: "Do you need help with something?"
Karin: "Well, that's kinda like calling for help. Do I need to remind you of the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf?"
After telling her the story, which in my version ends spectacularly with the wolf chomping the boy whole after none of the villagers came to his lying-ass rescue, her face turned from concerned to cynical.
And then she shouted right past me, louder than before:
"Security! She's telling phony stories!"