It's Not My Fault

I feel like I live in one of those Family Circle comic strips where the kids are always saying, "Nobody, did it" and "I dunno, did it" and "It wasn't me, did it". Quinn took an ink pen to the back of the seat in front of her in the van last night while I was driving to church for the Poverty Meal. She nonchalantly says, "Mom, when we get home, can I have a rag?" I asked her "Why?" and she said, "Well, I wrote on the seat with a pen when I was trying to get it to write." WHAT! Of course, I semi-explode while trying to control the vehicle and not endanger the other three passengers. WHY? She said, "It's not my fault!" Okay, Okay! So, who's fault is it? She says, "I don't know, but it's not mine."

So...when we got home, I made her try to clean it off, to no avail. I told her that taking responsibility for your actions is a big girl thing to do and when she doesn't own up to her actions, it's...it's just not good! She continued with the "It's just not my fault" line.

What she really meant was, it's just not my fault that the dumb pen, which wasn't working, decided to work, in the middle of me scribbling on the back of the seat and my arm rest and once it started to work, I thought I could just wipe it off, and when I couldn't, I realized my butt was in BIG trouble and I decided to plead the "It's not my fault!" defense. She better go to law school, because that line of reasoning is not going to win many cases.

I can see her now, "Your Honor, people of the jury, you have to release my client for murder in the first, it just wasn't their fault!"

I'm getting the "MOM, come on!" line now from Lydia, so better GO!