Yes, I know that the story of George Washington and the cherry tree is a lie, but that's ok. Its applicable here.
It was another crazy night here. The girls had dance and piano. There was a trip to the grocery store thrown in. Chris was, once again, home with the boy and the dog.
I've had a mad sweet tooth lately and bought some ridiculous chocolate beehive and cream cake at Publix tonight. Everyone was thrilled with the idea of having a real dessert. We ate dinner and then dove into the cake. Because my mouth is bigger and I eat faster than the girls, I was finished before them. So when I finished I took the dog outside.
The scene I came back in to was, well, a little unsettling. I left the kitchen when it was full of people, full of noise, full of chaos. When I came back in, there was just Chan, sitting at the table, alone and the room was silent.
Chan: Mama. I have something I need to tell you. Can I talk to you for a minute?
Oh, crap! What is this??? Is she in trouble at school? Is she trying to corner me alone?
Me: (I sit across from her at the table.) Yeah, Chan. What is it?
Chan: I...*melting into tears* told *getting quieter* a......lie.
Me: Well, what happened?
Chan: I told Casey that you told me that I could have the cherry off the top of the cake...not her.
Me: Oh. And then what happened?
Chan: Then I told her we could split it.
Me: So did you?
Chan: *whispering and crying* No. We didn't eat it. Mama? Please, please don't be mad at me.
I am silent at this point. I mean, really? What am I supposed to say? My child is bawling and begging me not to be mad at her because she told a lie about a cherry. Why can't she be this worried about me being mad about her not flushing the toilet. Just sayin.
Me: I'm not mad, Chan. Just disappointed. You are better than that. You know that telling a lie is not a good thing and I expect more from you. But I am not mad. And I am glad that you told me about your lie.
Chan: Yes, Mama.
Me: Ok. Go take your shower.
Ugh. Tomorrow is Friday. We are having conferences with the girls' teachers. Cross your fingers that all goes well.