Elliot came running up to the kitchen this morning, crying a little bit. "Mattie bit me!" he exclaimed. Mattie was hot on his heels, yelling, "I didn't bite Elliot." Elliot proudly, and confidently, held out his arm. "Look," he said, pointing at his forearm for close inspection, "he bit me right here." Luckily for Mattie, I happen to have been a CSI addict years ago. A very cursory look revealed that Elliot had clearly bitten himself, and was trying to get Mattie in trouble. The bite marks could not have been located in a more obviously self-inflicted location, and they were covered with fresh dripping saliva (as was his chin.) So, not only did Elliot fail to get any sympathy, but he got a time out for lying as well. At last he had something real to cry about.
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