You can't lie
My little sitter was playing with a few toys on the table, building blocks were arranged in amoebic shapes while she talked to herself, obviously having fun.
"So, tell me." She started. She was speaking calmly. My leaving her presence must have triggered her to take it a lot softly. "Talk to me, you know you can't lie. Are you bisexual?"
This was it. My chance to tell her the truth.
"Mum, what would you do if I was one? Tell me honestly." I shifted my gaze to her, managing to make eye contact the first time since my arrival.
"You can't lie." I added, to ensure she remembered.