Last night as we ate our ice cream, Isabel and I were having a little chat.
I said "You know, Isabel, that when you were smaller you didn't like ice cream. You used to spit it out."
Of course she didn't believe me. She had a bit of a chuckle and then proceeded to talk some nonsense about ice cream, boys, girls and spitting.
Finally I was able to interpret what she was trying to tell me.
"Wait, are you saying that you used to be a boy?"
"Yes. And boys spit."
It all came together. Apparently Isabel was a boy when she was younger. I guess she deduced this by hearing me tell her that she used to spit stuff out. But now she's older, she's turned into a girl and doesn't spit anymore.
I'm not sure how she came to this conclusion because I am constantly telling her to STOP SPITTING!