One day, wearing my investigator cap on, I asked DS, "I heard you are trashing the banana.. is that so?"
DS gets all defensive. "NO! I throw off only the peel"
"Hmm.. Interesting! The trash man is complaining though"
"It could be someone else!"
"You sure? Because they can easily find it out"
Seeing that DS is still unshaken, I summon my knowledge on forensic science. All the FBI files, I had watched relentlessly for hours dumping DH in solitude, come in handy.
I say, "I mean.. haven't you heard of DNA"
"Really?" , DS gasps. Oh it takes a fancy term DNA to get his attention!!
"Yeah! Remember your saliva contains your DNA.. They can match the DNA from your saliva to that on the left over banana!"
Now my little boy is convinced. He comes closer and wraps his arms around me and whispers, "Amma.. I admit.. It was me who threw the banana."
I control my giggles, "Oh Thanks for admitting Honey. See Mommy does not get mad if you speak up the truth.. and.."
Let me save you guys from the rest of my lecture. I assure you it was nothing like this though:
When I poured it all to my DH as part of my daily routine, he asks DS. "Someone from the company DNA, inc. called up.. what did you do kuttima?"
Poor DS reiterated once again innocently. Oh yeah same lecture in different choice of words from Dear Dad to Dear Son happened merrily while I was smiling in the kitchen.
PHEW!! All my forensic knowledge finally paid off!!