When we play fetch in the house and Casie has a pop can in the my throwing path...not my fault. When I was throwing a toy over the half wall for Jackson to chase and it knocks over our box of Christmas cards gouging the floor...not my fault. When I threw a rubber bone for Jackson and it took a wild bounce leaving a small smudge on the wall...not my fault.
You can barely even see the mark!
I don't get why Casie was upset about a little mark on the wall. How was I supposed to know a rubber bone would bounce that high? Or go through the wall? MAYBE it's because the day before that when Casie gently tossed me the same toy I told her it was too hard to throw in the house. It was probably really just the fact that she didn't get to throw the bone through the wall.
A zoomed in shot with weapon
And the (arguably) guilty party
In case you're wondering, I already patched the hole and will be painting it tomorrow. No matter how many times Casie offered to make repairs while I was in class this weekend I insisted on being the one to fix it. Even though it wasn't my fault, it was more my fault than Casie's but only because she wasn't even home for the incident.
2 comments:
That's a pretty classic "guilty Ben face" you've got going on there...
If you hadn't fessed up so well, you could have said Mr. Nobody did it.
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