honesty 0; contradiction 1

Here we are playing nice and quietly in a restaurant downtown a few days ago. Of course, we don't always get along this well. Case in point:

Recently Wyn and I were playing in the kitchen while Mom and Dad were in the living room. All of a sudden I started screaming. Wyn ran out of the kitchen; Mom and Dad ran in and spotted me on the floor bleeding from my lip. Neither my brother nor I would say what happened, even though it was pretty obvious. Wyn wasn't going to fess up, and I certainly wasn't going to tell on him. Finally Dad got very specific with his questioning.

"Zak, did Wynston hit you with a truck?"

I kept my mouth shut while the question hung in the air.

"No, it was a bus," Wynston answered from across the room.

Oops.

We refuse to rat each other out, but we just can't help correcting Mom and Dad. Lesson learned on both sides.