I was taking Navy to school. Like I do with Scout, I tell her hero stories on the way. Somehow, she wrecks the experience a bit. I usually tell the story, and then Scout/Navy picks who they think the “hero” in the story is. But instead of patiently listening to the story (the whole reason I tell the stories is to display that being good is heroic), she just guesses a thousand names. I tell her to just listen up and see if she can find clues in the story. then she appoints me a hero to talk about. Anyone from Cinderella to Bella to Nephi. I usually get some sort of point across, but it isn’t quite the experience I have had with Scout these past years. Oh well. I have a boss on my hands.
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So today as I was taking her, she noticed a plastic container in my car. It was from a container of cookies the doctor gave her after my mom’s dr. appointment. It was a Costco sized thing — full. Apparently she charmed the doctor and nurses so much, they gave her the whole thing. Figures.
Anyway, as I was trying to start in on the hero story, and she noticed the empty container, she said, “Mom…did you eat all of my cookies?” I told her no. then she proceeded with:
“Are you telling a lie?”
“No.”
“Are you telling a Trick?”
“No.”
“Are you telling a joke, then?”
“No Navy, I didn’t eat them.”
Mom, are you telling me a fib?”
“No you little weasel. I got this empty container in the house with a few left for Dash — and if I remember correctly, you ate a whole lot of them yesterday.”
“Well (her latest favorite word), are you telling me a lib? A lib is not a lie. It is the truth.”
“Fine then, I am telling you the lib.”
“Ha…I tricked you….that means you DID tell a lie.”
What a little weasel.
I then dropped her off at school and told Miss Dianne — good riddance!
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