There was a puddle under the table where there was no reason to have a puddle. Melissa stepped in it. Rachel, watching from the sink, sprang into action. "Oh, no! That better not be what I think it is!" Melissa had indeed peed on the floor.
Sensing impending butt swattage, she pointed a finger at Matthew and cried, "Yoo di' it!"
Mommy wasn't fooled, and administered the called-for butt swattage to the dismay of the pint-sized prevaricator.
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