QotD: It Wasn't Me. I Swear.

Ever get away with saying somebody else did it?

Not a hope in Hell. I was the one who regularly got punished while my step-sister stood in the background balling her her eyes out whilst gloating at me. I was the one who would get a yelling at, or a slap, or just generally made to feel awful when anyone said 'it wasn't me'.

A prime example of starts thus. My mum's old house had three stories. Her living room was on the middle floor and had patio doors out to the stairs. Mum used to sit on a sofa sitting opposite these doors, so was able to see who was going up and down the two sets of stairs. This particular day, I had been in my bedroom on the top floor working on my homework. I couldn't hear it, because they were in the kitchen on the ground floor, but my brothers were creating all kinds of fuss in the kitchen and one of them, the one we always said was Mum's favourite (born on her birthday and got away with pretty much everything) decided to run upstairs to her and ball his eyes out, quite falsely though (he was fabulous at it). Anyway, to get to the end of the saga, Mum should have known it wasn't me who'd made him cry - she was sitting in her usual place when she called me down, but no, I was still screamed at to come downstairs and I got a beating. She seemed to completely miss the fact that I had been up there all morning and he'd come from downstairs. Just goes to show what little kids can learn from example - be naughty and you can get someone else into bother!