"No..."

I put Marcus in timeout one time, and I leave and comeback into the living room in a span less than thirty seconds.

He's holding a large wrench (which had been on the table; who knows why) with two fingers out away from his body like they smelled bad or something, and he is just looking at it. He doesn't see me.

I wasn't expecting him to be holding a wrench. I was surprised.

"Marcus! Are you holding a wrench?"

I meant that as a rhetorical question.

He startles, drops it, it makes a loud clatter, and he looks at me and goes "No...".

Understand, he didn't lie to me. Marcus is the quintessential literalist.