Maddie has discovered something, that I wish she never had. But, at least she's no good at it. Telling lies. Yes, dear friends, my child is a liar. And a bad one, at that.
Last night, she didn't behave as well as she usually does, which resulted her getting in trouble from her daddy. Justin told me how she wouldn't listen to him, argued with him over everything, and didn't obey him, when he told her to do something.
This morning, we were all in the den, watching TV. I asked Maddie how the previous night was.
"It was good."
"Really? Did you listen to Daddy? No problems, at all?
"Yes, I was very good. I didn't get in trouble, I promise."
Justin says, "Maddie, you realize that I'm sitting right here, right? I know what happened last night."
"Mommy, just don't ask Daddy how last night was."
And it doesn't stop there. She lies about totally random things. And gets caught 99% of the time. "I put up my toys, like you told me to, but don't go in my room to see." "I need clean clothes, but I didn't get them dirty, I promise." "I tricked you!!!"
It's getting old. Fast. We've talked to her about the difference in telling the truth and telling a lie and how a lie is wrong. We've told her that she shouldn't be afraid that we will be mad at her, she should just tell us the truth. We've told her that when she tells lies, it makes us and God sad. Nothing works. Maybe I'll tell her that liars' pants catch on fire. Think that'll work?
But, like I said, she's really bad at it, so we always know when she does it. I just hope she's still bad at it when she is a teenager.