My sister is pregnant, and my daughter is a compulsive liar.
For those of you who know my sister, this is not good news. She is a nut, and I am frightened for the little dude in her stomach. I told her that she should birth it and then give it to me. I want one.
Also, the kid lies, all the time, about everything. Even when I know she’s lying, and she knows that I know…. she’ll still do it. It’s really funny, but I can’t laugh about it when she’s doing it, because that will reinforce the behavior. The latest lie was about the daycare lady making her cry in the bathroom. Daycare lady almost got her ass kicked by none other than myself. Luckily I thought to ask Becca if daycare lady really did all those mean things, or if Bec had taken some liberties with the story.
It’s not for attention, I think it’s more for sport. Erin, Shane, and myself long ago coined the phrase “extreme lying.” I had one girl convinced that I was born in Somalia… mostly telling the biggest, most outrageous lies just to see if someone would believe us. Erin got a good one with the pizza guy a few times… telling him the check wouldn’t bounce. Ha!
I’m going to go to the store and get a six pack now. Tom and Katie are coming over for dinner, and I have to be a little boozed to handle their antics.
