I was in kitchen and heard a loud thud of something falling down. When i rushed to the living room, i saw the big flower frame (that was once part of our wall) is now on the floor in various pieces. And Sid is just beside it standing on top of his study table. Any lame man could have guessed what had happened. And at the same time, somebody knocked on the door. So Sid was escaped from the instant sprout of my anger.
In the evening, we had this conversation:
Me: Tell me sid, didnt u touch that frame in the morning? Isnt that the reason it fell down?
Sid: no mumma, i didnt touch it.
Me: tell me honestly. I swear i wont scold u.
Sid: honestly mumma, i didnt touch it. I only swayed it.
