I was in the same room on the phone and at the computer working on some Primary tasks, no more than four quick steps from the offense.
I thought I was listening to what was happening behind me.
But she never even cried while her brother poured milk all over her head.
Which is why he probably celebrated by taking off his pants and dancing.
(When the innocent felon was finally discovered--when I turned around--I gasped into the phone, "I don't know wheather to beat him or take a picture." "Take a picture." That's why she's the Primary President.)