Lynch mob, interrupted

Jane and Alice insisted on wearing dresses today. Both looked as pretty as can be: Jane, with her unruly golden curls bouncing over her long purple dress; Alice, cute and innocent in yellow flowers.

Jane: Let's get Joan!

Alice: Ya!

They are chasing our cat. Alice wields a tiny hockey stick. Jane brandishes a broom.

Jane: Let's get JOAAAAN!

Alice: git git Jo!

They have the poor cat cornered in a bedroom.

Me: Guuuys. Are you harassing the cat?

Jane/Alice: No.

There is a long pause. They stare at me, wondering how much I've seen, and how much I believe them.

Jane: Dad. Go away.