And that's an understatement.

I should have known since last night was bizarre enough...Little!Guinevere paid me a visit yet again - I gave her sword fighitng lessons. That wasn't really bizarre I suppose, it was more...fun.

What was more bizarre was when Morgana showed up...at ten or eleven year old Morgana...was she always that small? I mean really...and to think I used to be afraid of her sometimes. I'm so embarrassed...

I'll say one thing, she was certainly more annoying back then...no wonder we always fought.

But as it turned out that was the least of the strangeness. Maybe there was a spell or something...All I know is I suddenly forgot how to lie.

As did Father...I don't know what to think...I still don't...none of it makes sense and I'm not sure I even want to think about it. I don't even know why I asked...I didn't need to see Father struggle with his answers.

I rather hope he felt the same way when he questioned me. I think I managed to...not incriminate myself too much....should I speak to Guinevere about it, I wonder, warn her...

God, I don't need this...