'Where are your rebel friends NOW?!'

Coming into the living room this afternoon, this is what I see:

Sam laying on the floor, straddled by Reese who has his arms pinned and is shouting in her theatrical, project-to-the-back-row voice,

'Where are they?!  
Where did you take Rapunzel?  
Where's Cinderella?'

'Reese!" I call, "What in the world are you doing?!'

She looks up innocently, and calmly replies,
'I'm just making him tell the truth.'