Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

It isn't something I thought about. I didn't plan it. But I've recently become a liar.

Well, maybe calling myself a liar is a bit harsh. How about fibber? Does that sound better? But "lying" or "fibbing" has become a necessity in making my life a little less screamed filled.

I've been lying to Peanut. These lies have really been flowing oh so easily that I surprise myself with some of the doozies I've come up with.

When I turn off the computer or the TV, I tell Peanut that they have gone "night, night" and they are taking a nap. I also sometimes tell him that the computer is broken and that's why we can't play "mo mo" (Elmo).

I often say that the cookies are all gone. He's gotta know I'm lying seeing as we have a giant jar of animal cookies from Sam's in the pantry.

I don't know if this fits into the category of lying, but I hide the books that I CANNOT READ ONE MORE TIME BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY READ IT 20 TIMES IN A ROW! I continually hide "Freight Train", "Tootle", "The Fire Engine Book", and "Mighty Movers, Farm"

When I want to redirect him from splashing (or drinking) in the dog water bowl or stop him from messing with the knobs on the stereo, I tell him that I need help finding the bathroom. He loves to take me by the finger and take me to the potty.

I tell him that I can't find the bubbles when I'm too tired to go outside.

I also tell him that his baby sister is growing in Mommy's tummy which isn't a lie at all, but to a sixteen month old it must seem implausible. It's even slightly implausible to me, too, and I feel her moving around all the time.

I know I can't get away with all this lying for long. In fact, I don't plan on using lying as he gets older. And, he's going to be wise to my wily ways soon. So what lies do you tell your children to keep the peace and your sanity?

By the way, I'm hiding my Mommy of the Year Crown. I know "they" are coming to get it and I'm NOT GIVING IT UP.