I’m reading a French book to Zoe and there is a group of hunters who are about to shoot some deer when the little girl warns the deer and they run away.

– Mommy, who are those men?

– Those are hunters.

– And what are they going to do?

– Well, they want to shoot the deer but the girl saves them.

– Mommy, that’s not nice.

– No.

– They are very mean.

– Aha.

– Mommy, do the hunters shoot rabbits?

– No! (Note: we have one at home). Only deer, and bears.

Zoe thinks.

– Mommy but if they kill the mommy bears what happens to the babies? (Very anguished voice, about to cry).

Guadalupe thinks.

– Oh no! They don’t kill mommy bears, that’s silly.

– Oh… OK…

PS: So, this is how white lies start, I guess…