If you follow along with The Domestic Fringe on Facebook, you probably saw this status update.
My daughter just got home from school. She half opened the door and yelled (for all the parents waiting at the bus stop in my driveway to hear), “You’re still in your bathrobe!!!
For the record, I am showered, hair done, makeup on, and I’m fully dressed. I was COLD! So I put my robe on to warm up. Sheesh. Some people’s kids.
My kids have a knack for saying the worst things about me. The minute we get in public, their lips let loose. My mother probably says the same thing about me.
I’d like to say it was worse when they were little, but that’s not true. When they were really young, all the terrible things they said were made up stories, imaginations run wild. Now there is a semblance of truth behind what they blab about, making it all the more embarrassing.
When my son was about five years old, he told the pediatrician I fed him squirrel. The kid was convincing. I even questioned dinner from the night before. The doctor looked at me like I had three heads. I saw little question marks pop into her eyes. Then my son preceded to tell her an elaborate story of how we caught the squirrels.
I swore I never, ever fed him a squirrel. Maybe some chicken beyond proper identification, but never squirrel. I still don’t think she believed me, and how can I blame her. My son was convincing.
In fact, my husband worried he would grow up to be a conniving little liar. I was pretty sure this was one of those awkward kid stages, the kind where the lines between imagination and reality blurred, but every once in a while I doubted my judgement.
Thank God he outgrew the stories. Now he just tells the truth and honestly, sometimes the truth is far worse than the fiction.
I am sure you can relate, because I suppose my kids are not so different from yours.
So do tell. What have your children said about you?