A Whopper
As we sat down for dinner last night, my wife noticed a chunk of hair missing from our daughter's head. Well, not a chunk, but enough to make it look funny around her ear... Probably about four inches long, two inches wide. We got it out of her that a girl at her pre-school had cut her hair when they were using scissors. I asked, "Where was the teacher?" My daughter replied, "She was outside." Oh great, I thought, the 4-year-olds are using scissors with no adult supervision.
Then, the story changed slightly (First Red Flag)... It turns out that the girl cut my daughter's hair in the gym when they were having a little talk with local firefighters. "Why were you using scissors in the gym?" I wondered. "We weren't, she brought them from her home in her pocket." Well, okay, that doesn't seem so farfetched.
We asked, "What did you do when the girl cut your hair?" She said, "I didn't know she cut my hair until just now." (Second Red Flag)
"So, uh, then how did you know she cut your hair in the gym with scissors she brought from home in her pocket?"
"Because I felt it!"
"Why didn't you tell the teacher?"
"Because I didn't know, and I was scared to tell."
I asked, "What happened to the hair after she cut it? Didn't you see it on the ground?" Her answer was, "I think she put it in her pocket."
At this point my son tugged on my shirt, and whispered, "Daddy, I think she's fibbing, you shouldn't believe her."
That's when I looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Is this the real truth and not a lie? Did it really happen just like that?"
"Yeeeeeesssss!" she answered, very convincingly I might add.
We went over it one more time, and she swore up and down that it all really happened just like she said, so we made plans to go to school a little early this morning to talk it over with the teacher. I'm not going to have some little brat cutting all the hair off my daughter's head, especially when we just paid $14 for a haircut the day before!!
So, this morning we are running around getting stuff together when my wife picks up a little shoe box that is under a pillow on the couch. Inside, she finds two nickels, a Princess Barbie comb, a green crayon, and... you guessed it, a big ol' chunk of shiny blonde hair.
Confronted with the smoking gun, my daughter caved immediately and confessed to cutting her own hair, all the while wearing a blanket on her head because she was too embarrassed to face us.
Meanwhile, my son, who knows a thing or two about tall tales, was in the background doing his "I Told You So" dance.
Now my daughter is without the following for three days: TV, dessert, and candy. I did not cancel storytime, because I'm using that opportunity to read stories about telling the truth. It's one of the most important things I can teach my kids.
Then, the story changed slightly (First Red Flag)... It turns out that the girl cut my daughter's hair in the gym when they were having a little talk with local firefighters. "Why were you using scissors in the gym?" I wondered. "We weren't, she brought them from her home in her pocket." Well, okay, that doesn't seem so farfetched.
We asked, "What did you do when the girl cut your hair?" She said, "I didn't know she cut my hair until just now." (Second Red Flag)
"So, uh, then how did you know she cut your hair in the gym with scissors she brought from home in her pocket?"
"Because I felt it!"
"Why didn't you tell the teacher?"
"Because I didn't know, and I was scared to tell."
I asked, "What happened to the hair after she cut it? Didn't you see it on the ground?" Her answer was, "I think she put it in her pocket."
At this point my son tugged on my shirt, and whispered, "Daddy, I think she's fibbing, you shouldn't believe her."
That's when I looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Is this the real truth and not a lie? Did it really happen just like that?"
"Yeeeeeesssss!" she answered, very convincingly I might add.
We went over it one more time, and she swore up and down that it all really happened just like she said, so we made plans to go to school a little early this morning to talk it over with the teacher. I'm not going to have some little brat cutting all the hair off my daughter's head, especially when we just paid $14 for a haircut the day before!!
So, this morning we are running around getting stuff together when my wife picks up a little shoe box that is under a pillow on the couch. Inside, she finds two nickels, a Princess Barbie comb, a green crayon, and... you guessed it, a big ol' chunk of shiny blonde hair.
Confronted with the smoking gun, my daughter caved immediately and confessed to cutting her own hair, all the while wearing a blanket on her head because she was too embarrassed to face us.
Meanwhile, my son, who knows a thing or two about tall tales, was in the background doing his "I Told You So" dance.
Now my daughter is without the following for three days: TV, dessert, and candy. I did not cancel storytime, because I'm using that opportunity to read stories about telling the truth. It's one of the most important things I can teach my kids.
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6 Comments:
Don't you just love 4 year olds... and they're "I told you so" big brudders?
Sometimes my kids are so convincing, too, but I usually can pull out enough "mommy can see right through that with her mommy magic" stuff.
Here's hoping the chunk grows back soon and school pictures are behind you!
too funny.... it reminded me of the time my now 35 year old... at the sweet age of 4.. cut all of her hair to about 1 inch, except about an inch in the back which was the orginal 24" long. Why you ask? She couldn't reach the back.
And her older brothers by 2 years had convinced her that boys were better, and so she cut her hair off to be a boy....
Hair cut next day into a pixie cut?$15.00.... story to tell the rest of her life or mine... priceless...
Kids are so funny. I really love it when my eight year old tries telling me a story and I can see right through the tall tale and I fill in the blanks to make the story accurate for him. The look he gets on his face when he says "how did you know that?" is pricless. I just tell him that "I know everything." That he can't lie to me, and that he'll get in more trouble for the lying then for the original offense. Good job on that one.
Your little girl is smart! She will either grow up to be a hairdresser or an attorney!
She will learn -- next time she will hide the evidence! LOL
I still find it amazing that toddlers lie at all. But it's cute, too.
I work around kids for a living and often they are brought to me when the youth leader cannot handle them.
I always have the hardest time determining if they've lied.
I'm so in trouble with my own kids.
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