In the future, as Enid is tucking her oddly abashed daughter into bed.
Enid: Why does your tummy hurt, baby?
Shelley: I sorry. I… I gonna tell the truth.
Enid: *confused* The truth? About what?
Shelley: *sniffles* I ate too much candy.
Enid: You did?
Shelley: Yeah. I was bad. I got candy from your craft room and put it in my secret hideout.
Enid:
Enid: *holding back a laugh* Oh, honeycakes, that was a naughty thing to do, but I’m proud of you for telling me. Do you promise not to do it again?
Shelley: *bobs her head* Uh huh! I promise!
Enid: *smiles* Great, then we’re all good. Sweet dreams, my little beastie.
Shelley: Good night, Mommy.
– Later, after Shelley is asleep and Enid relays the story to her wife. –
Enid: *giggles* Our little adorable menace. Moon above, I love her to death.
Wednesday: I am mildly disappointed that she confessed.
Enid: What? Why?
Wednesday: She came to me first. I advised her to wait for her lawyer before speaking further on the subject.
Enid: *rolls her eyes* Of course you did.
*knock-knock-knock*
Enid: *glances towards the front door* Who’d be here at this hour?
Wednesday: Her lawyer.
Enid: *incredulous* Our 4 year old has a lawyer?
Gomez: *muffled* Mi nieta! I came as soon as I could! Speak no further and let your abuelo handle this!
Enid: 🤦♀️
