My son is a little bit clumsy. He has a habit of dropping his iPod. This time, when he dropped it, he cracked the screen.
"Dude, that's not cool," I said. "You really need to be more careful with your things!"
"But, Mama," he said. "It's not my fault!"
"What do you mean, 'It's not my fault'? You're the one who dropped it. Who else's fault could it be?"
"Yours," he said.
"Mine?" I couldn't believe it. "How could it be my fault?"
"You gave me your bad genes for clumsiness. If you hadn't done that, I wouldn't be dropping my things!"
Right. (How do I always manage to get blamed for everything?)