Up until very recently Master 3 could be counted on to tell the truth. I would hear a scream, followed by a thump and, on asking my son what happened, would be told quite matter-of-factly that he’d pushed his sister off the couch. It was cute and innocent so the telling off generally lacked the edge it should have had.
Then suddenly he started telling lies. Now when I ask him he usually replies, “I tunno” which translated means ‘I don’t know’. Further interrogation usually elicits a “I didn’t do it” or something imaginative like, “a big dinosaur stomped in the house and pushed my girl (that’s what he calls his sister) off the couch and then stomped onto the roof”. Unfortunately without being there I can’t actually prove that he was lying. Well, maybe the dinosaurs are quite a good indicator, but the rest of the time I have to let it slide. It irks me because now he’s gained the upper hand in our daily battles and he jolly well knows it! So this morning when I discovered teeth marks in the butter I rounded up the suspects. This is actually what happened.
I didn’t believe him, so donning my white lab coat and safety glasses, I began my forensic scene examination. I counted the teeth marks – a one hahahaha, a two hahahaha, a three…. (oops I think I’ve been watching too much Sesame Street). I checked their teeth. I took photographic evidence.
Aha! I had the culprit. I did a little dance.
I felt really good because I’d got the better of a 3 year old.
I realised if that was the highlight of my day, then it was time for me to get a life!
This afternoon Master 3 told me off for not removing his teeth marks from the butter!!!!!