Truthiness

Now that Jack is three, he has begun experimenting with the fine art of telling "stories." I used to crack up because he could not lie. I would ask him if he did something bad and he would always immediately confess. I would laugh and joke that he needed to learn how to tell a good lie. Well yesterday he dipped the remote control in a tall glass of ice water and broke it. When I asked him what he had done, he crossed his arms over his chest, frowned at me and answered "a squirrel did it." Well, now he knows how to lie, the next step is improving his believability.

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