I think my first fib was "mommy, the dog bit me!"
"Were you teasing him?"
"Noo."
I feel terrible about this. I was two or three years old, my mother was as furious as she could be when she asked us which one of us had drawn on the bedroom wall with crayons. Shaking in fear, I blamed my brother. He got the beating of his life. The drawings were my handiwork.
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Ah, so this pattern of yours of frivolously assigning blame where it doesn’t belong began early in life for you. Quite telling, quite telling indeed.
Your Honor! The defense has new evidence to present!
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