Lynette Perry

I am a liar

I am a liar. How did this come about, you ask? Lying can be fun. My kids still lift their legs when we cross a railroad track. It can also be benevolent deception really. Where did our puppy go, Mom?  He is at our friends farm, honey. The day I became a Mom is the day I became a liar. Embellished truths and little white lies became my normal day to day while trying to convince my kids to brush their teeth, and wash their hands. Now it is becoming more challenging. “I will not ask you again.” That’s not true. I will probably ask another 50 times. “They don’t sell replacement batteries for that toy”.  “The TV doesn’t work when it rains.”  “The animals on the side of the road are just taking a nap.”  The jig is up! I am a liar. And my kids have figured it out.