Tattle tale

The other night little kid came running out of the boys' room and said, "um, um, um Bubby um, ake oys and fow em down and bang bang bang! He did," with a serious look on his face.

"Well, that's not cool. Go play," I replied, having no idea what he said.

Big Kid came stomping in behind him.

"Did you telled on me? Did you telled on me, little kid? Did you?"

"Yeah."

"You didn't dare telled on me. You didn't dare. Mom, did he?"

"What would he have told on you for?"

"Like, doin' somefing bad. Did he?"

"What do you think he would have tattled about?"

"Maybe he said I frew toys down da bunk bed ladder. But I didn't. I did not."

"Okay, go play."

"Fine! I did it. I frew da toys down da ladder!"

"Okay, I appreciate your honesty. Go play."

"I din't want you to be mad, so I said I din't do it but I did!" he yelled as he burst out crying.

"Okay, good job on telling the truth. It's fine. Go play."

"I'm sooooorrrrryyyyy! I did it! I frew da toys down but I was afraid you'd be mad! I'm sorry, mom!"

"Look, it is okay. You told the truth. I am not worried about it. NOW GO PLAY."

"I didn't want you to be mad!"

"GO PLAY! GET OUT OF HERE AND GO PLAY! I AM NOT MAD, JUST GO!"

"I fink you're mad."

"If you don't go play right now, I'm going to be mad."

"little kid, I can't even believe you tode on me."

"Sorry bubby."