<p>Okay, I will confess…when my kids were little, it was daddy’s job to do the movie thing…he saw them all, My Little Pony, Care Bear, everything Disney…</p>
<p>Well, he drew the line at the Barbie movie, so to get out of it, we told our Ds the movie was sold out and did something else…we were bad by not being totally honest, but really BARBIE?</p>
<p>Okay, I think honesty is really important, but sometimes, we parents have fibbed, so this was my confession and I told my Ds who laughed…</p>
<p>“Mommy, did you ever try pot in college”? “No, Dear” (and please, no high on the horse talk about how its fine to tell your kids every screwy thing you ever did in your past! ha!)</p>
<p>My 19 year old daughter still reminds me that I told her we couldn’t buy “Froot Loops” because they give people headaches.</p>
<p>You all are going to think I am a terrible mom. My D. tells her friends this story to illustrate how mean I can be. When my D. was small, maybe 4 or 5 she desperately wanted a canopy bed. I hate canopy beds. Well, she just kept on and kept on about it until I finally told her that spiders would live in the canopy and fall on her when she was asleep. Never was another word said about wanting a canopy bed. Do I win the terrible mom award?</p>
<p>Love the canopy bed story. Sometimes we just have to say those types of things to get by.</p>
<p>I have 2. One was that lightning is only relatives in heaven taking your picture to show off. The second wasn’t meant to be a lie. I told my Ds that by the middle of Jr year the typical high school clickiness would start to ease and they would no longer be forced to conform heavily into just one group. Boy was I wrong on the second one and for that to them I apologize!!!</p>
<p>mkm: In my house that would probably be true about the canopy bed…</p>
<p><em>blush</em> My young kids think you have to email the Tooth Fairy to make sure she knows they have lost teeth. When the TF didn’t show one night (despite the presence of the tooth under the pillow), I told them that the Tooth Fairy’s DSL was out <em>ack</em>. Also, our TF has been known to “accidentally” leave money with various members of our menagerie…we’ve found $ in the dogs’ beds, kitties’ special places, etc. Funny…the TF NEVER forgot the oldest three…of course the TF had more brain cells back then…<em>sigh</em></p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>I told my D that McNuggets were made of cats…still haven’t heard the end of that one. Yes, I feel badly but I got sick of hearing about going to McDonalds ALL the time!</p>
<p>LOL!!! Omg!! That was a belly laugh, Magsmom!!</p>
<p>When my son was 4 he was terrified that lightning would make our house catch fire. That summer was one of those where there was a wild storm every afternoon (or so it seemed). I told him that we had a special fire proof house and lightning could never hurt it. He was so relieved, but he was annoyed when he realized that we didn’t have a special house after all.</p>
<p>ok magsmom I defer my title to you! :)</p>
<p>We had the dingy tooth fairy as well…</p>
<p>“don’t worry dear, the tooth fairy was here, why here is the money, under your stuffed bear!!”</p>
<p>D told us later they could see all the coins in Daddy’s hands so knew he was the TFs replacement, but let it go cause when he forgot, they always got more money (he would grab whatever change was on his desk, sometimes 5 dollars worth!!!)</p>
<p>When my D was young she went through a phase where she wanted to go to the zoo daily. We got to the point where some days we would tell her it was closed.
Another mean thing I used to do when they were young was to not drive the freeway that went by the fairgrounds when the fair was in session. And when they got older and that didn’t work I would try to buy them out of going to the fair.</p>
<p>Ahhh… our tooth fairy often had such heavily toothed nights that she sometimes took a couple of nights to get to everyone on her list. “Not to fear, she coming, just can’t always do everyone on the same night.”</p>
<p>I, too, have said things were closed, but you can only pull stuff off before they can really read…</p>
<p>Mom, that movie IS still in town, see, it here in the paper!!!</p>
<p>Busted</p>
<p>I’ve almost always loved the kids’ friends through all the years, but I admit to not being “available” to drive them over to certain houses whereas usually I was never to busy to take them. What can I say, it worked! </p>
<p>And one I was told… When I was four, I was told that my pet turtle “ran away” and I spent months looking for him whenever I was supposedly playing outside. It was only many years later that I found out the truth, that he had gone on to turtle heaven!!</p>
<p>Funny… we were just talking about this very subject the other day. Younger s still remembers that I told him there was a lightbulb that went off in his head when he lied (surprised it didn’t go off in my head with that one!).</p>
<p>Lots of tooth fairy stories. Ours was in response to why the tooth fairy only left a bunch of quarters. Response: " the tooth fairy doesn’t carry large bills". :D</p>
<p>Older son accidentally dropped his new gerbil when we was playing with it (he was about 8), and, shall we say, it didn’t land on his feet too well. He was having tremors. S. thought he was “cold”. We just let that go. (No need to tell him the litle fellas back was probably broken.) Unfortunately, we held a little gerbil funeral the next day. </p>
<p>We then arranged to get a replacement gerbil from the friends who we’d gotten the first one from (they were very understanding). This next part is a total digression from the topic, but its funny… </p>
<p>Ok- so we go to get the new baby gerbil and the boys (then ages 4 and 8) pick out a black gerbil to replace the previous sandy-colored one. We are driving home with the little fella in a shoebox on older s’s lap. He and younger s get into a discussion about what to name it. We mention that sometimes its helpful to name it after something that it looks like (eg the dog up the street is named “scruffy” ), and sometimes you name it after something that is the same color. So… younger s. looks out the window as we are driving and says…
“Lets name him… MAILBOX !!” :eek: We had to restrain ourselves form busting a gut laughing and driving off the road!! They ultimately named him “Rocky” and he lived a nice, long life. When he finally did pass on, we put him in a shoebox , and temporarily placed him out on the back deck picnic table, as we rounded up the gang for the burial ceremony. Well, it must have taken a little longer than expected. When we went outside, the box had blown off the table, and poor Rocky was nowhere to be found! We did finally locate him and we held a brief funeral and interrnment, but the next day we discovered that the neighbors dog had dug him up!! This time, unfortunately poor Rocky was gone!! Didn’t have any good lie to make up for that one. We didn’t try to tell the boys that Rocky had been carried off to heaven or anything. The chewed shoebox was there as evidence!!</p>
<p>You mean my pet goldfish wasn’t 'swimming upsidedown"?</p>
<p>I am chuckling to think of the turtle “running” anywhere…</p>
<p>This is a “witholding the truth”</p>
<p>My H used to hitchhike as a teen and college student. I told him to NEVER tell our kids that he EVER did such a thing!!! I don’t want them to think that if dad did it, then they can do it.</p>
<p>When my H was young, he and his friends used to have “car races” on the city streets and drive ridiculous speeds. That is another story that he has been forbidden to tell our kids.</p>