There’s a set a twins in my class, age 7. I lovingly refer to them as Thing 1 and Thing 2. They are best friends, prefer each other over everyone else… but love to tell stories on each other. Here’s one!
Thing 1 raises his hand, waits extremely patiently to be called on, then speaks in almost a tattle-tale voice, “Ms. Amanda, my brother eats grass and worms.”
Thing 2 quickly interjects, “I don’t eat worms, I only eat the grass.”