“But I didn’t do it!”, Howard quailed.
“Who pooped and wet their pants at the playground yesterday, Howie? I’m not your mother, Howie! I don’t have to put up with any shenanigans from you!”, Anita asked.
“It wasn’t my fault! It was the merry-go-round! You know that! You saw!”, Howard said defensively.
“I saw a little boy who had to have his dirty underwear dumped out in the toilet of the women’s restroom!”, Anita said.
“That’s not fair! It wasn’t my fault! You’re just being mean!”, Howard said defensively.
“There was another little boy on the merry-go-round, wasn’t there? Did he poop in his pants?”, Anita asked reasonably.
“He’s not me!”, Howard shouted, “It’s not the same! Why are you doing this to me?”