The Many Layers of Truth . . .

Having an older son and a much younger son, we had a lot of turmoil and horseplay going on in our house. My teenage son always had the advantage as he could just pick up his little brother and put him out of his way. One day, my older son came to me with what seemed a legitimate complaint:

My teenage son complained to me about scratches he claimed were caused by his much younger brother.  For once, there actually were scratches providing proof. I called in the alleged culprit who readily admitted to the deed. The whole ‘case’ kind of fell apart when I asked the teenager where his hands had been when he received the scratches. He said, “Around his neck!”