As we waited for our meals*, the little girls, Jim and I played I Spy.
You surely know the game. "I spy with my little eye something that is..." and name a color. Now, to play the game fairly (and truthfully), you really should 'find' something and keep that thing in mind when you state the color and answer the 'is it...' questions.
Bethany seemed to do that. Abigail, not so much. Her replies to the 'is it...' questions seemed a little fishy at times. Like she decided to change her answer to favor one 'player' over another. That one player was usually me.
Finally, during one of her turns I called her on her tendency to shift her answers. I asked her to pick one thing and one thing only, to which she replied "I don't think in my head!"
Ah, well, that explains it!
*which was, if you're curious: french toast for the older girls, grilled cheese for Bethany, chicken tenders for Abigail, burger/salad for me, taco salad thing for Jim