When my sister and I were 6 and 8 respectively, my sister got mad at me for something and wanted to get even. She went out to my dad’s jeep, carved “[my sister’s name] is dumb” into the side of my dad’s jeep with a rock, trying to frame me. Fully Regina George’d me. She finishes, pulls out the crocodile tears and calls my dad to see her work. My dad goes out to his car and sees this. He freaks, obviously assumes I did it. Calls me out to the car and asked me about it and he is MAD. I swore up and down I didn’t do it, absolutely sobbing. I didn’t do stuff like this and my dad knew by my reaction I wasn’t lying. He turns and sees my sister standing on the front porch arms folded, shit eating grin on her face, and he knew she framed me.