Life With Boys

Tyler has taken to trying to get away with things and then tell white lies about it. This morning I had had it. Here’s the situation …

Tyler heads into Laundry room to get his shoes — takes a while, but he’s usually running on his own time anyway. When he gets back into the kitchen he’s futzing with his shoes, I ask what’s wrong with his shoes “Nothing”

“Is there something on your shoe?”

“No, well maybe there is some sticky on there”

“Well get it off and let’s go.”

Then he tries slinking over to the garbage can, and I know he’s to something (I’ve known all along) “Tyler, what is in your hand?”

“Nothing”

“Show me.” He produces a bunch of felt feet (you know the kind you stick on the bottom of stuff so they don’t scratch your shelves). “What are were you trying to do with the feet?” “Make myself taller” he says.

Now I feel rotten but must stick to my path of trying to teach him not to lie. He’s been sentenced to a night cleaning his room. (Although I’ll be you Dad let’s him out on “good behavior”) Matt thinks I may have over-reacted a little. How would I know? If you have some great parenting advice about this one I’ll take it.