Maybe I Need To Call In A Professional

by Gina Valley

Today I’m asking the tough questions over at Dads’ Round Table in my Why Aren’t My Children Better Liars? post . Well, actually, I’m just asking that one question, and I’m not sure how tough it is:

Why aren’t my children better liars?

Actually, it’s more about laughing at the may-or-may-not be tough question. Here’s a sample of what you’ll find in my post over on DadsRoundTable.com:

…Why aren’t my children better liars?

It’s not like they don’t practice.

I feel like such a failure.  Clearly, I’m not providing them with the deception training they need to develop into the amazing liars I know they could be.

Maybe I need to call in a professional to provide private coaching, like a politician or a used car salesman or a weight loss counselor.

Consider yesterday’s example:

I asked Son#3 & Son#4, “Did you finish cleaning your room?”

“Yes!” they answered in unison, already opening the cabinet to access the Xbox.

“Is it really clean, or did you just stop working on it?”  I asked to clarify their answer.  I watch Law & Order.  I know how to interrogate.

“It’s clean!” they answered in unison, sticking to their story, while they tug-o-war’ed with the favored black XBox controller.  They’ve been watching NCIS for denial tips.

“Are you sure?” I asked, carefully maintaining eye contact to watch for hints of deception.  That’s what Patrick Jane does.

“Yes!” they again answered emphatically in unison.  Son#3 had somehow managed to wrest the coveted black controller away from Son#4.  I was surprised that Son#4 wasn’t complaining about being stuck with one of the less loved light colored controllers, but I didn’t allow it to get me off track.

I gave them both “The Eye,” and asked, “Could a blind guy walk across your floor without getting hurt?”  Sometimes you have to get specific to eliminate semantics…..

Click on over to my Why Aren’t My Children Better Liars? post on Dads’ Round Table to get the rest of the giggles.  I’ll meet you over there.

And, as always, the extra click to get there counts as cardio.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Anyone told you a real whopper lately?  What was it?  What did you do?  Did you ever feed your parents a pile of bologna?  What happened?  Shoot me a comment.  I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

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