Noah isn't allowed to have red dye because it drastically effects his behavior. One maraschino cherry can turn him in to a whirling dervish from hell.
He knows this. Sometimes he even follows it.
Today I let him have an ice pop and didn't really pay attention to what flavor he took.
About ten minutes later he came up to me and handed me the stick
"I accidentally ate a red one" he tells me.
"Noah," I said, "how do you accidentally eat an entire ice pop?"
"I don't know Mommy, I wasn't paying attention I guess."
Damn if I didn't almost believe him.