Madcap Prevaricator

One of my sons has a little issue with fibbing. I hesitate to use the "L" word. Let's just say he likes to embellish the truth. Or completely come up with his own truths. I don't know where he got his annoying little trait from...



He told his grandmother that he'd been trying new food recently, and that he'd been eating lots of "stinky tofu." Really, Remy? Really? Not at my house.

He once told an old lady in the shoe department at Dillards that he was an orphan. His parents had died.

If my older son Donny and I are talking about the dreams we had the night before, Remy shares his dream...which sounds remarkably like his older brother's, only changed slightly.

Our sweet Annie has been blamed for some pretty wild capers. I just don't think her paws are capable of throwing that sticky ball all the way to the ceiling.

Then, last week, he started telling me he had a locker at school. First graders don't have lockers. And, because we'd made such a big deal about his sixth grade brother practicing his locker combination before school started, I knew where this was coming from.

However, he kept talking about it. Wouldn't stop...but had a silly smile on his face and changed details a lot...so I threatened to email his teacher to ask her. And he told me I could. So, I called him on his bluff.

This is the email I received:

Yes, we do have lockers. We are so special because we are the only 1st grade class that has lockers! We only have lockers because our classroom does not have a closet like the other 1st grade classes. The fact that we have lockers in the highlight of our year!!! It is so funny how the kids get so excited about something like lockers!!! Remy was telling the truth!

So, now who's looking foolish and feeling ashamed? Yep. me. Just figures. The little stinker. Reminds me of the story of the boy who cried wolf.

On a related note, I was cleaning out my car while being robbed pumping gas and I found some of Remy's recent artwork folded up on the backseat. So, I decided to share my little madcap artist with you.

This first one made me smile. What he wants to be when he grows up.



And because I'm a good mom, I won't tell him that this is unlikely because:

1) He's white.
2) We don't have super tallness in our family.
3) He's white.

Actually, he's awesome at basketball. Really good. So maybe he could.

This next photo is a mystery. I can't tell if the guy with wings is attacking the volcano or if the volcano is attacking him? What do you think?



And this last one, made me smile even bigger. I don't know what the heck's going on.



I want your opinion on this one. While Remy's at school, give me your best guess at what's the story is, and I'll find out his version when he gets home. Let's see how close we can get...

My little stinker.