So yesterday I decided to be a lazy mommy. Between shuttling my son to school, fighting traffic to get my daughter to a doctor’s appointment, driving her to her school, driving back to my son’s school to bring him something he forgot, making an appointment with the principal for 7am after getting a snide look from his teacher (long story–that was just the string that broke the camel’s back), getting back in my $70 a tank truck, driving to work, working, fighting traffic to pick up first one child, and then the other, then getting home; I was too tired to cook dinner. (I bet you are tired just from reading all that, aren’t you?)
I ordered a pizza and settled down with some coffee to get me through baths and the daily bedtime battles with the princess.
While the kids were finishing homework, I put a $20 on the coffee table, told my dad where it was in case I didn’t hear the pizza guy and went to straighten up a little.
I come out of the rest room to see the pizza guy at the door and my dad scrambling to find some money.
I walk to my purse and pay the pizza guy and turn around to look for the missing bill.
Guess who was paused from their homeworker watching grandpa and I search? Yep, the Scrugglets.
So I rounded on the one that was at the table when I put the money down.
Pea, did you take the money on the table beside you?
“No, mommy.”
Pea, it was right next to you.
“I didn’t touch it.” (Big eyes wide and blinking slowly)
Pork Chop, did you see any money?
Pork Chop.
Pork Chop.
Pork Chop, stop and pay attention to me! Did you see the money?
“You mean my dollar? Pea told me to put it back in my piggy bank. It was my dollar.”
Pea….
Big eyes wide and blinking slowly
“I didn’t touch it, Mommy.”
Well, hell. She didn’t lie to me! Poor guy, she plays him like a fiddle.
I think I have gotten her to understand the importance of not lying to me… Maybe I should stop emphasizing her brains over beauty! It is my job to keep this little one out of jail. Any tips or others out there dealing with their own Masterminds?
Missy Homemaker says
We’ve had this issue with our youngest son, Peanut. He’s so incredibly smart. We’ve switched tactics. Instead of asking if he took something, we’ll ask if he knew what happened to it. This works because we’ve stressed to him how bad lying is, and also how much less trouble he’ll get into if he tells the truth even if he thinks he did something wrong. He also is disciplined when he technically doesn’t lie, but also doesn’t tell the whole truth.
Good luck!
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Herchel says
Lol I did that with my oldest. He’s six. I told him if he told me the truth he wouldn’t get in trouble. So then he started saying things like “I was bad at school but I am telling you the truth so I am not in trouble.”
M.Scruggs says
I laughed & laughed! Then relayed the story to Uncle Travis & laughed some more!
Carli says
I have no advice for you! I am in the same boat with my 4 year old! He is figuring it all out right now and I swear he is smarter than me already! I actually just wrote a post about this last week! How funny! Its nice to know we aren’t alone though. Maybe you can stop by and share this on my Family Fridays Link-Up party. It is still open!
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Herchel says
Scary isn’t it? I am dreading the tween years. I linked up! Thanks for the tip.
Carli says
Thanks for stopping by the party! I am too dreading those tween and teen years! I can’t imagine it being any worse!
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