This is a story about a liar. This liar doesn’t try to lie (I don’t think), but he lies nonetheless. And we can all agree that lying is bad, especially when it is intentional. I’m not sure it’s intentional though. I don’t have any proof. I don’t have the confidence to believe that someone so underdeveloped is capable of lying. Like I said, this story is about a very little liar. But first: the context. If you haven’t read my post from yesterday you should start there. In essence, my son alerts me to my tea being ready by knocking on the door to my office and yelling “Dada? Tea!” down the stairs. And let me be honest: I drink a lot of tea.
So, this behavior is normal for my son. It is something he is used to on a frequent basis. It is even helpful. I often can’t hear the tea kettle whistling or the steeping timer beeping. Much like the Mitch Hedberg joke about baked potatoes, I frequently start heating a kettle even if I don’t yet feel like drinking tea because it takes a long time to heat up. At any rate, my son’s behavior is really and truly helpful. Well, it was really and truly helpful up until the time that I heard knocking on the door, followed by the familiar “Dada? Tea!” I rushed up the stairs, opened the door to my smiling son and gave him a hug, ran over to the tea kettle and it wasn’t whistling. It wasn’t on. Checked the surfaces for a steeping brew that I must have forgotten about, but there was no beeping timer. I looked down at my son. I gave him a face that must have looked like a big question mark. Was he being a little liar?