From The Mouths Of Babes Comes...

Lately Daisy has switched up our bedtime routine a little, probably to add a little spice to story time. Since she was a tiny baby, we have told her a "story" before bed. Recently Daisy has been requesting I tell her a true story from when I was a kid.  She usually picks an age and a topic she wants to hear about.  Tonight she asked for a story from when i was 16 and she wanted it to be "a little bad, but not too bad."

So, I told her the story of one time when I rode my bike to my friend Michelle's house to play/hang out.  I was given a pretty strict guideline of what time I was to be home.  My step-father expected me to follow his instruction and I knew he was not a pushover.  

Despite this, I was having a pretty good time at Michelle's house and elected to leave late.  While peddling home, I knew I had to come up with a good excuse as to why I was late.  I came up with just the story that I was sure would work.

Rolling in the driveway, I was a little nervous, but sure my story would keep me out of too much trouble.  When confronted at the door, I lamented my story of how the chain on my bike had fallen off on the way home and I "had a heck of a time getting it back on."  My Mom fell for the story, but my step-father just smiled and said "show me your hands."  Confused, I held them up for him.  He said "Liar.  There's no grease on your hands.  If you had to put your chain back on, your hands would be greasy."   I was quite embarrassed to be caught in a lie like that.  I think I was grounded for it.

"So, Daisy, the moral of this story is that I shouldn't have told a lie."

"What you should have done, Mommy, is snuck into the house and smeared some grease on your hands before they saw you."

Yes, friends, I am raising a clever girl.