Mom (me) knocks over a cup of gravel. My child collects gravel. Her pockets are always full of it. It is her rock collection. Gravel goes all over the dining room and kitchen floors.

Baby says, you made the mess, you have to pick it up.

Mom says (because she is a cheater, and doesn’t function by the same rules she makes her child obey), they’re yours, you put them there for someone to knock over, you pick them up.

Baby says, no you made the mess. You pick it up.

Silence.

Baby says, I’m not smiling.

Mom chokes back a guffaw, but does not clean up the rocks. Nor does the baby. The matter is dropped.

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