lying for fun and profit
Toronto, 2012.01.21
On Thursday night I asked The Boy if he'd sat on the toilet before going to bed. He glanced aside for an instant, looked back at me and sweetly said, "yeeessss." Liar. Sweet, silly liar. Then this afternoon as we raced home, he said, "daddy, I want to hold your hand." Slowing to take his hand, I was rewarded by a cackle as he raced around me. Liar!