I just seriously had a straight up conversation with her when she got worried that her “chewie” (her rawhide chew treat) was missing from where she thought she had it last.
I told her, “you left it on the bed (upstairs)…”
We went through this a few times with her looking at me and vocalizing, “no I didn’t, Mom.” Or “I thought I brought it downstairs again.”
A few minutes later after repeatedly telling her she left it on the bed, she finally went upstairs and came right back down with it.
We understand each other. And she is scary smart when it comes to language.