I approached quickly trying to catch him in the act. The evidence was in plain sight. I asked to see his hands. He hesitantly displayed them, palms down, being careful only to show me the tops. When I insisted, he turned them over. Dark grey paint peaked out from the mud that he tried to cover it up with. The air was filled with the unmistakable scent of spray paint. “Were you playing with spray paint?” He looked at the grass while he tried to come up with
a response. He then looked me straight in the eyes and said,“No, I was just out here playing with my toys.” He was the best liar I had ever met. But his scheming
blue eyes had no effect on me; I knew all of the lies, all of the tricks. “Show me what you painted?” I tried a different approach, thinking he would break easily. I began to frantically look around the yard. I checked the fence, the slide, the red wagon and the swing but saw no paint. Maybe the threat of punishment would be more effective. “Tell me right now what you painted or you are going straight in the house into the timeout chair.”
“I painted the inside of the playhouse Mom.”
“Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie to you. You asked me if I was PLAYING with spray paint and I wasn’t, it isn't a toy. I was just USING it.”
Later in the day I was caught once again in the same word trap. I told my daughter not to play in the mud. When I caught her with a cup full of mud in her hand I reminded her that I said there would be no playing in the mud. She replied, “You said I couldn’t play IN the mud and I’m not, I’m playing WITH the mud. There’s a difference you know. Just because you know how to write a book doesn’t mean you know how to talk.” I was schooled once again and had to resist the urge to dump the cup of mud on her head. Who was this sassy child? Could it be that my children have been abducted by aliens and replaced with brats? I have a whole week to get them back in line and you can bet by the time spring break is over they will know who the boss is and what I mean when I talk.
For 100 years the Girl Scouts organization has been in operation. Aside from the exceptional cookies, I have nothing nice to say about them. A year ago I received a flier from McKenzie’s school asking us to come to an arts and crafts activity at the school, there would also be a sign up for new members. Moms or Dads were required to attend.
Of course no dads showed up so the moms were all seated together at a table while the children began their activities. The first thing we were asked to do was to fill out the information for our daughters to join and to submit a check or cash. When that was completed we were given booklets on how to
become a Girl Scout Leader. We were informed that there currently were no Girl Scout leaders in the area and we were encouraged to sign up for classes so we
could become leaders. This was not something I was interested in doing at the time and the other moms felt the same way. When the party was over we were told that we would receive a phone call and information once a leader was found. That never happened. In the mail we received information regarding being a Girl Scout all by yourself. No meetings, no camp outs, no socialization….no lie. So basically they took our money, didn’t find a leader
and sent us this silly program. I was not a happy camper. They advertise that they build courage, confidence and character and make the world a better place, I beg to differ.
I suppose things are better this way, at least now I don’t have unlimited access to Thin Mint cookies. I wonder if Girl Scout Leaders weigh more than the average person.
Have a great day passengers!