I'm a horrible uncle

Just so my mom isn't the only one with an embarrassing story on here...

While up at my parents' house last week, I used the bathroom in a particularly heinous way and, apparently, forgot to flush. A few minutes later, my sister comes running out screaming, "Oh my god, who pooped in the bathroom and didn't flush? I'm traumatized!"

I confessed, which for some reason made it even more horrifying to her. Just then, Faith walked in the front door. Now, kids are good for two things, as far as I can tell: being really cute and taking the blame for stuff they didn't do. So, I immediately tried to shift the blame.

"Faith, did you go potty in the toilet and forget to flush?"
"No."
"Faith, I think you are telling a fib. Did you forget to flush?"

At this point, she looks up at her mom with a really contrite look on her face, and says in her most pathetic voice, "I'm really sorry, mommy. I didn't mean to."

And then I felt like a big jerk. Err, but not so big of a jerk that I didn't continue blaming her for it.