Mom: All right. Who scratched up my laptop? C’mon, ‘fess up, you cats. Don’t make me go all CSI on the lot of you to figure it out. Who did it?
Pia: Mom, dearest, gentle, non-judgmental Mom, it is I, Pia, your sweetest, little orange girl whom you sought out to fill the ginger-shaped void in your broken heart, who cannot lie and must confess that this dasteredly deed, this infringement of your property and vandalism in the worst way, I’m compelled, no, I’m driven to admit, it was my big sister, Miss Newton.
Miss Newton: What?!? Wasn’t me, I swear! Leave me out of this.
Mom: Pia, are you telling fibs?
Pia: No…well, no, um, technically maybe not, uh…
Tessa: Mom, look, it was me. I’m sorry. I was gonna say something about the scratches but in all the excitement of Pia’s storytelling, it slipped my mind. I swear, it was unintentional. I was stretching and stretching and somehow, your laptop just got in the way and well, there it is. Won’t happen again. I bet we’ll all feel better after a good nap.
Pia: Oh, I agree!
Mom: Okay, no more computer time for you. You either, Pia. Now go make up with your sister Newton. You owe her.
Pia: Okay, I guess if I have to.