I did not bribe my son with a slush from Sonic when he was devastated that he didn't get to stay and play with my daughter's friend.
Nor did I give my 10 month old my cherry limeade, and then proceed to take pictures of it. Nope. Not me.
It wasn't me that ran through the house like a whirlwind cleaning before the appraiser got here.
And I definitely did not pull a potato bug (otherwise known as a roly-poly) out of my baby's mouth.
Just in case you were wondering. . .