I've been sleeping in the recliner most nights lately, because lying in the bed puts pressure on all the sorest parts of my knee. Then I can't sleep because I'm too uncomfortable. So there is a pillow and blanket hanging out in the chair most of the time because I'm too lazy to put them away.
When I walked into the living room to check on Rylen (he was being too quiet, and you know how frightening that can be with a toddler!) I found him sprawled out in my chair watching a movie on the iPad. That was just fine, except that my blanket and pillow had been shoved off onto the floor.
I asked him if he had dumped my things on the floor and he looked up at me with his sweet, innocent eyes and said, "No. Preston do it."
I reminded Rylen that Preston had been at school for the last several hours. And the blankets were on the chair when he left the house. Then I asked again if he had dumped the blankets on the floor.
Again with the big, blue eyes. "No. I not do it. Brekken do it."
He ended up blaming every member of the family - including several of the cats - before finally agreeing that HE must have knocked off the blankets and grudgingly picking them up again.