Tattle Triumph

So YoungerChild heads out to play in the most recent snowfall. ElderChild eventually caves-in to childhood enjoyment (she *is* only 13 still) and heads out to assist with the day's snowfort.  The sun begins to set and I find myself calling the kids indoors.  Suddenly there is a loud shriek and wailing moans and the hollers of "I'm sorry!".  I (sadly) opt to check it out.  ElderChild informs me (before forming her alibi) "I didn't mean to hit her in the head when I threw the shovel at her!"  (um... you threw what? on purpose?) ... With ElderChild self-proclaimed guilty-as-charged, YoungerChild suddenly ceases her "fatally-wounded" wailling... and we get on with our evening.  Nothing more said. Sigh.