Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

I have a little man in my life who likes to stretch the truth or dare I say lie. Some may call it good story telling. For example, he got some of the moms in kindergarten last year thinking I had chicken pox. At pick up a mom came to me, "Tennison said you have chicken pox, do you?" By the 4th mom I thought, this kid is going to prison via lies. I asked him about it and he said, "You have a red spot." What, a zit?  This same little man has the hardest time with being honest about washing his hands. I often have to smell his hands for proof.


Last night I asked him to hang up his coat and put his high tops away from basketball practice. After a while I told him it was time to head up to bed. He's got his coat in his hand and I said, "I thought you already did that?" He just looks at me with a smirk on his face. Busted!! Once we get in his room I see his laundry basket has shirts on top he's never even worn. Oh how this drives me nuts, too lazy to put away. I said, "Buddy, you'll always get caught sneaking or lying. Why do you bother?" So I went on to tell him how his heart is like a dry erase board. It starts out white and then when he lies it gets all brown, like when he mixes all the colors. But if you ask Jesus to forgive you it is like He's erasing the board and your heart is white again.

Laying in bed he started to pray in a quiet sweet voice, "Dear Jesus, help me not to lie. Please forgive me. Amen." When he was done he had a huge smile on his face - I told him how proud I was of him. He put his hand to his heart and said, "He's erasing it Mom." Lesson learned!

Today this same little conniver asks me, "Mom who says 'Oh, Oh, Oh'?" Hmmm, not sure. "Santa going backwards." Then, "Bree is so lucky. Her dad is Christian and her mom is Jewish. She gets tons of toys." Here's to hoping he doesn't "stretch the truth" to convince me he's Jewish for more loot. I love that boy!