I took Everett aside and asked how he had gotten that mark underneath his eye. I calmly told him that I had spoken to his teachers and that they had told me what happened. I even spoke to him in front of the teachers, so he would not be able to make up a story. I asked why he was wrestling and wouldn't listen.
Here goes the rest of the interchange:
Everett: I wasn't wrestling or being bad, Mommy. (in an almost TOO convincing tone)
Me: Everett, now I know you're lying.
Everett: I'm not lying Mommy. (flutters eyelashes)
Me: Ok, Everett, if you're not lying, how exactly did you get that mark under your eye?
Everett: What this one?? (points at the mark)
Me: Yes, that one!
Everett: Ummmmm, that's an eye infection Mommy!!