One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is lying.  I seriously hate it.  We tell our kids “Truth Builds Trust” and live by that.  They ask us hard questions, we tell them the truth.  It may be padded a bit to be age appropriate, but never a lie. (well, besides Santa and all but that doesn’t really count).  If you tell the truth the first time, no consequence.  If you fess up after a bit then a lesser consequence.  If you never do, ya it’s not good.
This morning, I put bread into the toaster and let everyone know that they could grab their piece and make it as part of their breakfast while I got other things done.  Things got busy, of course, and Dee asked who hadn’t eaten.  I had seen two kids sit down at the table with me, the other I hadn’t seen.  I asked him point blank “did you eat breakfast?”  The answer was “yes, I had toast with jam on it.  I remember because I spilled jam down the front of my shirt.”  Too many details, this kid was lying!  I asked again with the same response.  I asked him to please go get the shirt that was covered in jelly as proof of his story.  He came down with the shirt he had been wearing the night before, with a big water spot on it.   I then asked, “So, I’m supposed to believe that you ate the toast, spilled jam on the shirt and then CLEANED the shirt?” The answer this time was, “”ok, I didn’t want toast for breakfast so I made all that up” UGH!