the truth….
… why is it so hard for them, children, to part with it? They are not telling lies as such, but neither will they tell the complete truth.
One, or both, or maybe even the cat broke a beautiful piece of ceramic this morning, but their stories don’t tally up, and there in no explanation from how it got off the shelf onto the floor? Maybe I’m just too mean to them, and probably scared the wits out of them, but I want to know that they can and will tell the truth, so a bit sad about all of this 🙁
22nd June 2006 @ 4:40 pm
I won’t be angry if you tell me the truth RIGHT NOW. I can still hear my Mother saying it and it still gives me shivers. Sorry about your broken ceramic.
25th June 2006 @ 4:29 pm
What was the cat’s story?
😉
25th June 2006 @ 9:13 pm
hmmm…. he looked the innocent party!!!
29th June 2006 @ 8:56 pm
I’d say it was the cat. They are good at feigning innocence.
Did you see the Robert Winston prog about children telling *fibs* ?
It’s a self preservation thing, so you must forgive them immediately.
: )