Dad reports:
I went upstairs to check on Tommy last night. He’d been given permission to play on his mother’s computer. So, lips a smackin, Tommy has that “I got caught” guilty look on his face. I ask, “Whacha been eatting?” and he replies, “Nothing. I was drinking some Koolaid.” Alright, he’s on a high from his moment in the spotlight and I’m not about to bring him down with an argument over food.
It’s not the eatting bothers me, although he needs to curb his snacking. Lying makes me very angry. So this morning I go in the kitchen and there is chocolate icing smeared all over the counter. I decide that until Tommy is ready to discuss it that there will be no video gaming. I slink into his room and start removing controllers. Tommy is lying there wide awake with glasses on (which usually means he has been reading) so I tell him, “you lied to me last night.” Tommy, “about what?” I reply, “Last night I asked what you were eatting and you lied to me.” Tommy, “What was I eatting?” (admission of guilt in Tommyspeak) I say, “I know what you were eatting. You lied to me.” Tommy, “what was I eatting?!”
I am not really sure how to handle this. The snacking really isn’t a big deal. Maybe Tommy absolutely cannot control himself and I’ll just end up needing to lock the refrigerator and cabinets. Finishing the food pantry downstairs would be a big help. The lying is the issue here. Not the food. I must figure out a way to make Tommy want to be honest!