Life with Izzie- Being Honest

I put Isaiah in the Exersaucer one night while we were at my parent's house.  He was carefully examining all the toys around him.  Isabelle, who all of a sudden has interest in the too-small-for-her Exersaucer, ran over to Isaiah and started yelling.

Izzie: No, Isaiah!  Stop it, Isaiah!
Me: What's wrong, Isabelle?
Izzie: {ignoring me} Isaiah, stop it!  Don't!
Me: {watching Isabelle attempting to squeeze herself into the Exersaucer with Isaiah while prying his hands off of a toy he had grabbed} Um, Isabelle, are you being nice?
Izzie: No!  I am being not-nice!  I am angry inside!
Me: Oh, okay.  At least you're being honest.