LOL when I was a little kid I tore my brother's copy of that book to pieces. When my mom asked who did it I came up with this elaborate excuse as to why it wasn't me that went something like this:
Mom: Who tore up the book?
Me: To see Grover
Mom: No, not why did you tear it up, who tore it up?
Me: Over by the crib
Mom: No not where did you tear it up, who tore it up?
Me: A man
Mom: Which man?
Me: A different one
Mom: I think it was you wasn't it?
Me: Maybe.