My 6 year old (aka Shorty #1) has always been brutally honest. The art of lying has (thankfully) been completely lost on her. She recently learned that perhaps bending the truth was the ideal way to get out of a sticky situation – but she has a terrible poker face and I can always tell:
Me: “Did you hit your sister?”
Shorty #1: “No”
Me: “Are you sure?”
Shorty #1: “Umm, no.”
Me: “Do you want to change your answer?”
Shorty #1: “She was bugging me!!!”
I know I should be happy about Shorty’s honesty. Hopefully she’ll remain a terrible liar into her teens. That’ll make my life MUCH easier. The only trouble is that right now, she doesn’t just speak the truth – the kid is BRUTALLY HONEST.
For instance, last night I was bustling around with the usual evening pre-bedtime rituals – kitchen tidying, kid bathing, teeth brushing, vitamin dosing, toilet paper roll changing, blind closing – you know typical mom duties. All the while counting down the tasks til I could get into my own pj’s and crawl between the sheets. Shorty stops me and says “Mom, you know you look really old.”
WHAT? Are you freaking kidding me with that? I LOOK OLD?
And it doesn’t stop there. This is the same kid who comes in for a hug and stops, squeezing my belly saying “Mom. Your belly is sooooo squishy!!”
So, swallowing my pride I take Shorty #1’s honesty and smile, moving on to the next topic of conversation. I can’t argue with the truth – let’s just hope it lasts.