Tanner Comes Clean

By Tanner

I have been thinking about what I posted yesterday. In fact, I had trouble sleeping because I was thinking about it.

I tried to talk about it to my bestest friend Chloe, but all she wanted to do was sleep. So I tossed and turned.

And tossed and turned some more.

I just couldn't get comfortable.

What was I to do?

When Jim-Bob came along to kiss his sister good-night, he noticed I wasn't sleeping well.

Chloe told him what I'd done, and Jim-Bob said I ought to 'fess up about it if I knew what was good for me. I told him that no one could prove it was me. But then he told me . . .

. . . that he'd seen the surveillance pictures that not only linked me to the crime . . .

. . . but also showed that I'd bitten a spider plant. 

Well, there was nothing to do but confess, so I wrote a note to Mommy.

You will notice that I only admitted I did it. I didn't say I was sorry.

Because I'm not sorry. I had a good time throwing that dirt. And I will probably do it again if I get a chance.

And Mommy really should clean up my mess. I can't believe it's been there so long.

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