The Mama and The Dada have a pretty intense honesty policy. We are really candid with The Kidling about almost everything.* It typically takes a pretty serious situation to get me to fib, but every once in a while, a moment of weakness overcomes me. Like when I looked in the rearview mirror the other day and saw The Kidling pick her nose and promptly pop the booger into her mouth.
I, of course, told her not to eat her boogers, to which she replied, “Boogers are just so yummy, Mom!”
Double ick. So I whipped out the big guns and lied through my teeth, “Well, boogers will make you sick, dear. You can’t eat them.”
And you know what? I didn’t even feel bad about it. Because no one wants to be friends with the girl who eats her boogers.
* I summarized this honesty policy to a friend like this: “. . . we almost always tell her the truth. The whole truth whenever possible and a big, fat lie if it feels like the right thing in that particular instance.” The perfect guideline, if you ask me.