“It wasn’t my fault,” I protested as I was sent to the timeout seat because John tripped over and said I tripped him.
“It wasn’t my fault,” I said as I was sent to the timeout seat when Jenny spilt her milk and said I bumped her.
“It wasn’t my fault,” I complained when sent to the timeout seat for speaking even though Michael was the one who spoke.
I give up!
“Look outside, children,” the teacher pointed to a coming storm.
I headed to the timeout seat.
The teacher stopped me, “Where are you going?”
“You blamed me for everything else,” I sighed.