Somehow one of the windows in my living room is broken. Mr. B found it while I was at work yesterday. L told him I did it. I did not even know about it, and if I did would have come up with a good story as to why it was not my fault. He still thinks I did it, but I swear I was not even in the house when it happened.
When I got home I asked L about the window. She now claims the lady bug did it. And she seems to be sticking with this story. So watch out, we now have crazy mutant lady bugs that can break windows or 3 year olds that can make up some whopper stories.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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