If you say you've never lied to your kids, you're a liar.
Mothers tell lies all the time. To protect our kids. To make peace. To buy some time until we can think of a better answer.
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I impress myself sometimes with the ease and cleverness of my lies. No harm done that a few years of therapy can't cure later.
Half-truths, fibs, white lies … call them what you like. After 13 years of distorting the truth for my own gain, I'm coming clean now.
* What, your artwork is in the trash? Your father must have thrown that in there.
* Claire's is closed today, so there's no use going to that end of the mall.
* Santa does not bring live animals.
* If you don't hold my hand when you cross the street, the police will arrest you.
* No, Papa isn't drunk. He had too much red Kool-Aid and it made him sick.
* You must have been awake when the tooth fairy came and you scared her away before she could leave any money.
* If you tell me the truth, you won't get in trouble.
* The park is closing. We need to leave now.
* If you write on yourself with ink, it will seep into your bloodstream and you will die.
* When the ice cream man plays music that means he's out of ice cream and going home.
* That TV show is on vacation.
* You can't get married until after college. It's the law.
* That dog on the side of the road is fine, he's just sleeping.
* The turtles escaped.
* I will always be there.