Blatant lies drive me mad. Recently, my son requested a peanut butter lollipop. This is a treat in our house when Mommy is making a peanut butter sandwich. I scoop a generous portion of peanut butter onto a big spoon and each kid gets a peanut butter lollipop.
Well, I gave one to my son while I was working at the kitchen table and explained to him that when he was done, he could just put his spoon in the sink and go back to doing what he was doing because Mommy had to get some work done.
Well, after he finished, his sister asked for one. So, obliging mother that I am, I gave one to her. Only to have Little Brother tromp back into the kitchen adamant that he had not had one and that it was unfair that his sister got to have one. And he wouldn’t let.it.go. He was relentless.
(I’m starting to think relentlessness is his talent.)
But what irks me the most is the lying business. He knows he only gets one PB lollipop per day and he’d had his already. So, of course he’s going to tell me that he didn’t because he hasn’t figured out all the nuances of lying yet (thankfully) and he doesn’t realize that he can’t lie about something to the very person who provided that something.
What’s your experience with kids lying? Got any pointers on how to handle my little guy’s new found enthusiasm for untruths?