The Broken Ruler

Here's the story behind this random picture...
I brought home some papers to grade yesterday along with a ruler. I never looked at them, bit at least I had good intentions. This morning I gathered my things and found my ruler -broken- laying under the papers. I went to Paisley with it in my hand and her face fell. :(
Me: Paisley, what do you know about this broken ruler?

Paisley: Weeeelllllll, I was watching The Wizard of Oz a long, long time ago (or last night) and my foot hit it and it broke--granted this is a thick, heavy duty ruler that is difficult to break which is why we purchased them for my third graders ;-). I tried really, really hard to put it back together. I couldn't get it to stay so I just hid it from you. Sorry momma.

Me: As I tried so very hard not to laugh (and I didn't) I explained to her that it was wrong, it belongs to the school, my kids now won't have a ruler to use, blah, blah, blah.

I fear this spunky young lady will hide things and test us for many years to come.