I didn't see him!

This morning, when I finished drying my hair and turned off the blow dryer, I realized that all four kids--who were supposed to be asleep--were screaming. The little ones were undoubtedly screaming just because the big ones were, and they weren't saying anything specific. So I stormed into the boys' room to see why they were both yelling "Mommmmyyy!" at the top of their lungs.

Me: "What is going on here?"

Joe: "Charlie bit me!"

Me (thinking: seriously, you guys are almost 5 years old and are still biting each other?): "You bit him?"

Charlie: "I said I was sorry."

Me: (thinking that I really hate dealing with this sort of thing before 7am) "Sorry doesn't cut it for biting. Why did you bite your brother?"

Charlie: "I didn't see him."

Me (thinking: really, you can't come up with anything better than that? not even going to accuse him of doing something to you?): "Charlie, that's ridiculous. You didn't see him???? Where was he?"

Charlie: (no answer)

Me: "Charlie! Where -- was -- he?"

Charlie: "In his bed."

So apparently he climbed into his brother's bed at 6am but didn't realize he would be there, and innocently closed his mouth without seeing the flesh that was between his teeth. I hate it when that happens.