The other day, Wavey came home with a small bandage on her finger. I casually asked her what happened, thinking she had probably just scraped it on the playground, but in the course of five minutes she offered up the following explanations:
1. Jennifer was racing around with Wav and her finger got caught in the plastic playhouse.
2. Anthony smashed her finger between two tables.
3. Matthew pulled it (insert joke here).
4. Jack stepped on her hand.
Confused, I asked her what the real story was.
Her eyes shifted.
I could see the wheels turning.
She began again, "I was playing with Mindy and there was this big book and...AHHH! OKAY, I CHEWED ON MY FINGERNAIL AND IT BLED AND I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE IT WHEN I PUT MY FINGERS IN MY MOUTH! MY FRIENDS DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME!"
I just about lost it laughing at how quickly she crumbled as if she was in the midst of some major interrogation with searing hot lights above her. It reminded me of the movie "A Christmas Story" where Schwartz was wrongly accused for teaching Ralphie bad words.
I made sure she knew I wasn't angry, but that I preferred the truth to fibs. She agreed not to fib anymore.
But then yesterday she told me how excited her teachers are for our family. I asked her why and she sheepishly said, "Because I told them there's a baby in your tummy." I am not (I repeat) NOT pregnant. And with no current plans to be pregnant anytime soon either! Now I have to un-fib that one to the teachers because the last thing I need to hear is, "We noticed you were getting bigger."
Do you have a good kid-fib story?
Names of all accused preschoolers have been changed.