We spend a lot of time accolading the importance of telling the truth over here.
“Jax, did you paint semi-trucks on my iPhone?”
“Huh? What? I love you.”
“Put your honesty cap on, buddy.”
We talk about telling the truth, we champion honesty, hoorah for us and our noble endeavors.
As I was patting myself on the back for a job well done, Jax asked me to go swimming. As smoothly as a dirty politician, I said, “Ehhh, I think you had enough sun yesterday.” (What does that even mean??)
Really, I just don’t want to take another shower today. Because that is clearly too much effort for a Sunday. Clearly. I know you have my back on this.
I started thinking about the last week. These all happened:
“Why do I have to have yogurt? Why can’t I have tortilla chips?”
Yogurt is better for you.
Because the yogurt has been in the fridge for a year and a half, and I need to get rid of it.
“Why can’t I listen to KidzBop?”
I want to talk to you, and hear about all the exciting things that happened at school today!
Because if I hear the Chipmunks singing Beyonce one more time, I am going to tie your iPad to a lawn chair and throw it in the pool.
“Why do I need a nap?”
Buddy, you look so tired. A nap will make you feel better.
Orange is the New Black.
There it is. I am a routine teller of white lies to my child. Let’s call this Epiphany Sunday. And guess what, in the name of that solitary shred of sanity I have left, I am going to keep on white lie trucking.
I love you all. (Oh crap, I did it again.)