White Lies

I am grateful for the ability to tell a white lie.  Those small untruths have become my savior.  I know I probably shouldn’t get too comfortable telling them now, because in the near future my son will be able to figure it all out and I’ll come out looking like a sham.  But for now, they tame the incessant questions and the ever-loved "toddler tantrum."

Tonight my son refused to eat the dinner I had spent at least an hour putting together.  “Nope.  No way, José.”  How do I even respond to that?

I had no energy to try and convince him to eat it.  So, I bravely asked him what he WANTED to eat from the refrigerator. This is where I got a little crafty.  If I had asked, “what do you want to eat?” the response would have surely been “COOKIES!”  Thankfully, cookies don’t reside in the refrigerator. 

His response was, “I want hummus.”  Awesome.  I have that.  But then he chimes in with “without the garlic.”  Damn.  So close.  I bought the wrong hummus at the store this week.  I have only the hummus with the garlic and this kid is too observant, well beyond his two and a half years.

What could I do?  He had caught me.  He had called me out.

So, I asked him, “Would you like HUMMUS <ahem> beans?”

“No.  No beans.”

“Not BEANS.  HUMMUS beans!” 

“Oh!!! Alright.”

And so, garbanzo beans were on the menu tonight – with a side of bananas. J