Yesterday, I left Violet downstairs with some stickers and paper, I ran upstairs quickly to have a shower before we had to rush out the door to gymnastics.
A quick couple of minutes, later, I hear the small footsteps running up the stairs, entering the bathroom with something shiny in hand. That ‘something shiny’ turned out to be a shiny token from the new package of Pokemon cards that Olivia had saved up her allowance for, but had not yet earned them because of a temper tantrum after leaving the store.
Before I said anything, she started with “Uh, Mom? The scissors fell on to Olivia’s Pokemon cards and opened them”
Uh-huh, Okay kid.
I asked her to go downstairs and get the package of Pokemon cards so I could see just how badly she opened them, and she returned a minute later with a box that had been clearly torn to shreds. She hadn’t opened the cards, but it looked like the ‘something shiny’ caught her eye and she just couldn’t resist.
I get it, it happens, usually to me with the Jacek chocolate in the refrigerator.
Sticking the shiny token back inside the box, I let her know that I was disappointed and that we she had lost a portion of her allowance for opening Olivia’s toy, and taking that privilege away from Olivia. Furthermore, because she lied, we wouldn’t be going to Michaels to get the art supplies that she had been asking for that morning.
Upset, but understanding, she continued to ask for a couple of hours if we were leaving to go to Michaels, because she apologized to me, for lying, and had apologized to Olivia when she got home, I almost said yes. Almost.
I mean, you’ve got to give her points for creativity – right? Maybe if the box wasn’t so shredded I could have believed her story. With age four comes the white lies, the “scissors opened Olivia’s toy”, the “I wore shoes but now they disappeared” and “I found this money under my bed” (and not in my sister’s piggy bank).
Stressing “in this house we tell the truth” with her, we cancelled the trip to Michaels for another day and used it as a conversation point when she saw the sign that we use to keep track of the allowance amounts that have been earned, or taken away, for bad behavior.
Here’s hoping that we’ll skip quickly over the white lies portion of age four – because as entertaining as those white lies are, they might just make me insane because she’s so convincing and I have to pull out the “Moms know when you’re lying” card way to often.