I Spilled My Sister's Paint Like It Wasn't Mine

So there I was, trying to sneak into my sister’s room for some peace and quiet. You know how it is, big siblings are always on your back about something. Anyway, I accidentally knocked over her paint set. Oops! Now the floor looks like a Jackson Pollock painting gone wrong. Naturally, she came running in with Mom hot on her heels. My first instinct was to lie and say my younger brother did it. After all, he’s still learning his colors. But then I remembered how much she loves that paint, and really, who wouldn't? It’s not like I don’t love making messes or anything. In the end, I just said sorry and helped clean up. Looking back, I kinda wish I stuck to my guns and blamed him. That would’ve been pretty funny.