I walked into the boy's room, and there was hand lotion completely covering the top of their toy box. Dylan was drawing pictures in it with his finger, and was covered in lotion up to his elbows. Lauryn was standing across the room watching, without a drop of lotion anywhere on her body. Dylan, dripping with evidence of the crime, looked straight up at me and said "Lauryn did it."
It always so nice to have a little brother or sister to blame ALL bad things on!!
How funny! Unfortunately for my brother, I was ALWAYS blaiming him for stuff he didn't do. However HE WAS always in trouble anyway!
He still holds a humorous grudge regarding some thing's ; - }