When I was a little kid, I thought one of the best parts of having a little brother was having someone to frame for anything I did wrong.
Being that I was three years older, I was so much better at explaining why my little brother was actually the troublemaker, and I was an innocent little angel. Anything I would break, or any dessert I would eat (not at dessert time) could easily be blamed on my little brother.
Well… sort of. I’m pretty sure my parents saw through my little ruses, especially when I had crumbs or chocolate on my face!
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