Scapegoats.

Early one morning, about 4 a.m., Sev came into my room and woke me up, complaining that her bed was wet. I got up and started to change her sheets as she sleepily watched. She said, "I think Stevie peed in my bed." (Stevie is my mom's hermaphrodite dog-- no joke-- who happened to be over earlier that day) I said, "No, sweetpea. I don't think Stevie did this." She looked at me very matter-of-factly and said, "Oh, I must have spilled some water."