She was small, 5 years old. Dad came back from a trip, guests came, party.

And here I mysteriously say:

But you don’t know what mom does at night when daddy isn’t there, and I know!

Everyone is frozen, everyone is curious about what Mom does at night while Daddy is not there.

After lasting the theatrical pause, having looked at many of them, I continue:

She thinks I’m sleeping and I see nothing, but I see everything. She turns the light on, gets the book and reads!