Me: "Margot, come brush your teeth - we're running late."
Margot: [silence]
Me: "Margot? Are you coming?"
Margot: [silence]
Me: "Margot, come on!"
Margot: "Mommy? I was just thinking. We are so lucky that we know the truth."
Me: "The truth about what?"
Margot: "The truth about Peter Pettigrew."
Me: [silence]