We were sitting around the dinner table last night when I noticed two, clean slices in Mary's shirt. They corresponded exactly with the snips a pair of scissors would make. Both Leah and Mary share the shirt, marking the culprit as one of these two little people. I didn't bother addressing anyone else at the table, for obvious reasons.
Mary, did you cut your shirt?
No.
Are you sure you didn't play with scissors today?
No, I didn't. Serious.
(This is her favorite additive to any statement, giving it instant merit regardless of its actual validity.)
Leah, did you cut this shirt with scissors?
Huh-uh. I didn't even do that at all!
Are you sure, Leah?
Yep, I am so sure! I did NOT touch it with scissors. No way.
(She excitedly swung her hands across her chest in the universal body language for: none, stop, no, I didn't do it, et al.)
Mary, are you sure you didn't use scissors to cut this shirt?
Serious. I didn't. Serious.
I looked between the girls, wondering which line of questioning I should travel next when Caleb decided to announce his own innocence in the debacle:
I have no revolve in this plate!
We are still unsure of exactly what expression he was trying to use, but it certainly got us laughing.
So, did it save his sisters?
ReplyDeleteMost definitely.
ReplyDeleteCaleb must have seen his sisters spinning plates to keep that ruse going?
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