A few minutes ago, Big Kid yelled out, "So, you ran ober my bike?" from the computer room.
Wondering how he knew (because I wasn't going to tell him until I knew whether it could be fixed or would have to be replaced), I asked, "What do you mean?"
"I'm reading it on Twitter. You typed dat you ranned ober my bike. Did you?"
Oh. I didn't realize he was still checking Twitter, since he never mentions it. Now I know.
And now he knows that I ran over his bike...