The Dog Ate It?

Me: (walking into my son's room after his nap to find his crib tent ripped again) Uh-Oh.
My Son:  Pillow did it.
Me:  Your pillow ripped your crib tent?
My Son:  Yes.
Me:  No, your pillow didn't rip your crib tent.
My Son:  Blankie did it.
Me:  Your blanket ripped your crib tent?
My Son:  Yes.
Me:  No, your blanket didn't rip your crib tent.

My son then went on to blame his big brother, and the conversation continued in the same pattern.

A couple of days pass and my son now blames his big sister for breaking the wheel off of his crib leg.  I know that this isn't true because he rocks in his crib so hard, it was just a matter of time before something broke.  We had to remove the remaining 3 wheels.

Etc, etc, etc...

My point is, the siblings (and other objects) are being blamed for a lot of things these days!  And, although I need to remind my son that they didn't do the said crime, I am secretly thrilled.  You see, he's never had the ability to think things out like this before.  He is using his reasoning skills and trying to blame someone else for the things that he does, the things that he knows he shouldn't have done.  Yay!!!