We got in a bit of trouble this morning. There was this ugly pitcher that was left out on the kitchen counter. and...well...it is gone now. Shattered into a bazillion pieces. Kon and I had nothing to do with it, we just woke up this morning and it was there on the floor, but Mom doesn't believe us. She insists that one of us must have knocked it over. It wasn't me. That's all I know about it.