that didn't work

Becky didn't buy my excuse that the toilet seat was left up last night because Josie did it. I have to wait for the baby to be born before I can blame her for stuff. But Becky got all these months of using the baby as an excuse for falling asleep, puking and not being able to fit into her old clothes. This is Pregnancy-ism. Is that even close to a word? And I know as soon as Josie can talk, I'm going to be her excuse to get out of trouble. "Dad didn't tell me that."