Scene: yesterday morning. Amidst the backpacks and shoes, I find a forlorn library book, “What Tiggers Do Best.” I hold it up so it can be claimed.
MOMMY: Whose library book is this?
CONNOR: Not mine.
SEAMUS: Not mine.
MOMMY: It’s been here since last week. One of you must have brought it home.
I check inside.
MOMMY: There isn’t any library tag in here. Is this from one of your classrooms?
CONNOR: We definitely don’t have that book in our classroom.
SEAMUS: We do! Well. We did.
MOMMY: What do you mean?
SEAMUS: We used to have it. But now, Ms. Miller can’t find it. She said it’s been missing for a whole week!
I swear, on all that is holy, that this conversation actually took place.