From the Rooftop

I pulled open the shades this morning in the little boys' room to see this outside the window on the porch roof. I automatically assumed it was job of the still sleeping six year old and I awoke with him with accusations. Poor kid.  He emphatically shouted, "I didn't do it. Mag did. She was jealous I had the football yesterday, so she tossed my whistle on the roof." Oh. Okay. Kids.

Mag's side of the story: "I wanted to hear the sound it makes when you throw it into the air like it did when Gabe did it, but it didn't come back down."

I will just let it be.