I didn't do it

Maisie was angry with her Dad's girlfriend a few summers ago, went into the bathroom, and, girlfriend charged, dumped girlfriend's expensive hairbrush into the toilet. When questioned about it Maisie said she didn't touch it--that it rolled off the back of the toilet on its own. We'll never know, and so I give her the benefit of doubt.

Were there a test, though, that could tell me the truth, I'd believe an affirmative result; all humans are capable of being little shits now and then--even the adorable ones. She'd still protest that she hadn't done it: what other option is there, short of a collapse into the confessional, which would then have to encompass not only the human failure of anger, but also of dishonesty. The latter is the worse of the two. Once you choose to lie, it's very hard to reverse course.

I believe Lance Armstrong doped up, and I believe Floyd Landis did--and it doesn't particularly matter to me except that it takes away one more opportunity to cheer, and the world needs such opportunities. Floyd should come clean; there's honor in telling the truth.