Tastes like playdough

People used to comment ALL the time on how sweet S's smile is. Well, she still smiles the same amount, and people still notice her smile, but now, instead of saying how sweet it is, they say how ornery her smile is. Yes, there is a lot of mischief behind that big grin, and we just know that if we haven't heard or seen S in a few minutes, go looking and expect to find some sort of mess or mischief. The mess is usually much greater if S and A are together. We have found clumps of hair on the ground, leading us to search heads and find where the hair should belong (luckily it wasn't a lot and wasn't obvious) and the scissors near by; we have found sharpie all over the couch cushions, which came out when Autumn scrubbed it with shout or something and then let it sit in the sun a while; we have found marker on furniture, papers cut, candy wrappers under mattresses. If they are quiet, there is usually some sort of mess to be found. I really thought they would have grown out of this stage by ages 5 and 7, but I have to rethink that one cause I was wrong!
The other day, I was doing something (cooking or cleaning I think) and I was just thinking that S was quiet and I should go look for her. She came out of her room wanting something to drink, but she was crying about it and whining, which automatically makes me say no. I don't even really listen to the request if I hear whining and crying, I just say no. She stopped crying enough to tell me the problem. Here is was our conversation:
S: It tastes like play dough in my mouth so I want some water.
Me: Why does it taste like play dough in your mouth?
She then gives the look. The pouty look that is a total confession in itself to whatever you are asking/accusing her of.
Me: Okay, come on, why does your mouth taste like play dough? S, did you EAT play dough?
S pouts a little more and nods her head ever so slightly.
Me: Well, thanks for telling the truth. Let me see.
She opened her mouth and yep, there is green play dough stuck in her teeth.
Me: Well S, why in the world would you eat play dough? I thought you knew not to eat play dough! What did you think that was?

I knew she wouldn't eat play dough. I finally figured it out...she thought it was fondant. I have been decorating cakes lately (I will show you pictures later) and she liked the fondant, and she thought that play dough was fondant. I cracked up! I figured the nasty taste of play dough was punishment enough for trying to sneak my fondant. I love it when they get their own natural consequences and I don't even have to do a thing!!!