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IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT there is chocolate pudding in Timmy’s hair.
    Mom says that it is my fault, of course. She thinks that just because I pulled the pudding cup away from Timmy, and it squirted on his face when I squeezed it, that this whole chocolate pudding thing is my problem.
    But I promise that it is not.
    “You said I cannot eat pudding for breakfast,” I tell Mom, still holding the almost-empty ­pudding cup in my hand. She lifts Timmy onto the counter to sit and begins running a wet paper towel down his bangs.
    “You can’t,” Mom answers.
    “But Timmy was,” I point out. “And that is not allowed.”
    “You’re right, that’s not allowed,” Mom says. “But you had no business grabbing the cup away from him like that. You should’ve just told me.”
    “Then you would have called me a tattletale,” I tell her, which I think is a pretty good point.

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