"It's not my fault"...

...seems to be a recurring theme these days. At least in the Green house. May I be honest with you, just for a moment? My wife and I are glad that school is finally back in session. Frankly, the girls were getting on my last nerve. By the way, the same one left over from last summer vacation. As the seasonal heat reached its climax this year, so did the complaints of sisterly indescretions and abuses. And as the finger pointing and fussing became the norm, of course, no one was ever at fault.

A real-life example:
"She hit me".
"No I didn't. She hit me first"

Now, I'm no Matlock, but doesn't the word "first" actually contradict "No I didn't"? The bottom line is that in the end, both girls lose. Or so I like to think. For when I yell and ban them to their rooms, they actually go in there to read or play games or whatever else little girls enjoy doing in the comfort of their daintily decorated sanctuaries. Whatever the case, for them it's actually better than sitting in a classroom learning about the Pythagorean Theorem.

So, dear children, I find you guilty of making your parents go crazy and banish you to 9 months of breaking mental rocks in the state run educational system. I wish you well... and fully expect you to become recidivists, next summer.