Girl Child: "Do you know where my blue pencil is?"
Boy Child: "Nope"
GC: "I left it on the counter when music lessons started and it's not there"
BC: "Nope. I don't know where it is"
---Girl child searching for 5 minutes under couches, in cushions, etc etc---
BC: "Oh, I think it might have fallen into my backpack"
GC: "UGH! Well can I have it back please?"
BC: "I think it's in my desk"
GC: "UGH!"
BC: "FINE! IM SO SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR ENTIRE LIFE! JEEZ! I MEAN, IT'S JUST A PENCIL! I GUESS I SHOULD JUST GO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE! FINE, YOU HATE ME! I GET IT!"
Little punk. Way to turn it around and blame her.
I also, in following up on this discussion, said it's "on" his desk which he vehemently denied.
BC: "No it's not. It is not on my desk, I swear! "
Me: "Oh, I thought you said it was on your desk at school?"
BC: "No, I NEVER SAID THAT!"
GC: "Dad, he said it was in his desk, not on his desk"
Me: "You. Have. GOT. To. Be. Kidding. Me."
