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The Non-tattle

The disagreement didn’t matter so much as the words.

Which were harmless, only in that each kid threatened twice to tell on the other. 

At which time my son walked toward me still glancing sideways at his sister and asked benignly, “Do you want to play UNO with me, mommy?”

I’d hardly accepted when he was gone again, giddily reporting to his sister, “I didn’t even tell you on you!”


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