Say It Isn't So

Sarah has mastered the art of lying. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Her lies are horrible. So let's just say she's figured out how to lie. So far all of her lies go hand in hand with potty training, which is a huge, long, other post that I haven't had the time or energy to sit down and write.

The first one was on Sunday, when we were wasting some time at the park before she had to go to a swim lesson. She, Andy and Charlie were feeding the ducks and playing on the equipment for about a half hour. I was in the car with Amanda who had fallen asleep. When she got back in the car and I went to strap her into her car seat, I noticed her underwear was a little wet. I asked her if she wet her pants and she said no, it was the water that was spraying off the lake. Hmmm, doesn't make much sense, but I didn't push it since we needed to get to her lesson. I should not have let it go, however, because I think in her eyes she thought she got away with something.

Yesterday, it happened again. We were at Costco and arguing about whether she did or did not have to go to the bathroom (which takes up a lot of our conversations lately), and when I finally plopped her down on the toilet I noticed that her underwear was a little wet, again. So I asked her if she wet her pants. She said no. So I asked her why they were wet. Her response, they got wet from the sprinklers on the playground. Let me tell you why that lie is so bad. First, there is no grass and therefore no sprinklers on the playground at her school. Second, why would the water only get the clothes between her legs, which were covered with bike shorts and a skirt (which by the way were both dry), wet and not the rest of her clothes. Oh Mommy, great detective work.

I proceeded to tell her that she way lying and that she was never to lie to Mommy or Daddy about anything. I asked her why she lied and she said she didn't want to go to her room and be all alone for wetting her pants (again, that is for another post, but believe me, she deserves to go to her room). I told her she would go to her room for way longer for lying than she ever would for wetting her pants. Plus, wetting just a few drops and then stopping is not grounds for going to your room. It's good that you stop and then go in the bathroom.

Hopefully that will be the end of the lies. Not just about going to the bathroom, but everything. If only I could get sent to my room and be totally alone every once in awhile.