After rushing out of the kitchen, past the living room and to the stairs the first thing I see is Jake bleeding, holding his head, I picked up Jake and the next thing I see is a little "shock and awe" look on his twin sisters face standing right on the middle of the stairsteps.
"What happened" I asked in a firm voice as I quickly ran with Jake in my ams to the downstairs bathroom to grab a towel and access the damage on his poor little head.
"I dunno. He um... Well, I was um, helping him get to the table faster momma" Jake's twin sister replied.
Needless to say Jake had a pretty deep but small cut on his forehead that was surely going to require stitches. Jake was just sitting there listening to this crazy story his twin sister was telling and with his big brown eyes looking at her (tears in her eyes and all for fear of the wrath of punishment for the crime), then looking at the floor mulling it over. He proceeds to look up at me (with the huge brown eyes) and say "it was a friendly push mom, she didn't mean to do it."
Then he quickly hops off the counter holding the towel on his head says "let's eat before we go get stitches."
http://www.zazzle.com/naughty_sister_slinky_joke_tshirt-235619903045895510?gl=SnakesMom&group=womens&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313You can only imagine what a uncomfortable dinner this was with Jake holding a towel on his head the whole time he ate and his twin sister looking down at her plate the entire meal.
To this day I am still amazed by the idea that Jake was smart enough even at the age of five to figure out that if his sister would have gotten punished, she would have made his life even crazier and the better option was eating his favorite burgers and taking the stitches like a man.