There were some hilarious and downright genius retorts to children’s ever inquisitive or outrageous questioning (I wrote some down to use personally), so I decided to look closely at our own home life and my friends, I am no angel in the truth department when it comes to Boo.
These are some of my own personal favourites:
When more TV is begged for at bedtime ‘Peppa Pig has gone to bed’
When Boo wants to get on her little tikes car just before I want her to go inside: ‘it’s run out of petrol, it won’t work.’
If she won’t go upstairs to bed, I get the Minnie Mouse toy out, put on a dodgy American/Minnie voice and tempt her up the stairs.
I bought her one of those little wire chicks over the Easter period and, as I put my purse away, she wanted another. I said we couldn’t get another because they would fight. Not only did she buy it, the shop assistant looked very impressed.
If she won’t eat her meals, I tell her the dog will eat it. To be honest, that’s not much of a lie as given half the chance, Rosie probably would.
I use Peppa Pig as a deal breaker a lot of the time-Peppa wears her boots/brushes her teeth/eats vegetables. Thank goodness for Peppa, I say.
One really mean thing I did was hide the HappyLand toys. They drive me mad. Boo tips them out and refuses to tidy them up. I began hiding them in strategic places around the house but my super-sleuth three year old found them every time. They are now in her wardrobe-how mean am I?
Boo knows that radiators, fires and plug sockets are hot and ‘burn’. I have extended this warning to most electrical items-including my iPhone. I’m not sure she buys it but it’s worth a try.
Anything I don’t want her to have, maybe chocolate, face cream, make-up, that kind of thing, I say oh no that’s only for mummies.
Oh and when she wants sweets at the supermarket, I say oh no they’re not for little girls, you could choke. While this is not a lie in terms of tictacs, I think I am pushing it a bit with Maltesers but I will continue to use it while I can.
So there you go. It seems we are a nation of liars when it comes to our children. Most of it however, is for there own good.
I was talking about it with my mum earlier and, where I grew up there was an orphanage run by nuns known locally as the ‘naughty girls home.’ I do remember be threatened with being sent there and my mum said on one occasion, I packed my bag to go.
If Boo turns out anything like me, I fear for our future.
Do you tell any untruths to your children?