On our drive home from school on Friday, I gave you each a packet of fruit snacks. Kit promptly opened hers and began to snack. Buddy, however, had a little trouble opening his and they landed soundly on the floor of the car. He began to moan.
Me: What’s up, Buddy?
Me: Kit, what’s wrong with Buddy?
Kit: He dropped his fruit snacks. I’ll get them for him!
Me: Thanks, Kit.
Me: Kit, did you get them?
Me: Are you sure? Are they still on the floor?
Me: Kit, why is Buddy still moaning?
Kit: Because he dropped his fruit snacks.
Me: Well, didn’t you pick them up for him?
Finally at a stop light, I turn around in my seat and see the pack of fruit snacks sitting on the floor between their seats.
Me: Kit?! You said you picked them up!
Kit: But I couldn’t reach them!
Me: Then why did you tell me you did??
Kit: I dunno.
Me: ?!?! ::deep breath:: That’s lying, Kit. I’m disappointed in you. That was a bad choice. Do not lie to me again, do you understand??
Kit: (tiny whisper) yes, mom.
Whoever said little children are always honest was either a liar or an idiot.