Me: "Jake, what happened? Why is your
brother (or sister) crying?"
Jake: "I don't know. I didn't see anything."
The other day, Makenzie was crying complainingly (is that a word?) and she was clearly looking to me for justice. I asked her what happened and if she had gotten an ouchie. She just looked at me, turned, and then pointed at Jake.
I told him that the day would come when the twins would rat him out if he didn't start being nicer towards them. I don't think he believed me until that day.