I remember an incident when I was only 3 years old. I won't bore you with the details, suffice to say I distinctly remember looking up at my Dad and thinking to myself, "He's lying to me" (a very innocent lie, but one none the less), "I will play along and pretend", I thought to myself. I can only remember that 15 second period in the whole of my my young life under 4 (I can remember everything from 5 and up).
It wasn't so much the events of that day, but the manner in which I had them. I was actually humouring my Dad at age 3. The way my voice sounded inside my head, the manner of actually thinking about consequences as a 3 yo. It was the first time I actually remember thinking!
My point is, you don't really know your children. Not on a deep level. Not in the subconscience realm. I applaud your actions!