And she has overstayed her welcome.
Exhibit A: Morning conversation after breakfast last Thursday
Me: "Annelise, did you make your bed and put your pjs away?"
A few minutes later, I started walking up the stairs to put her hairbrush and detangler away. She ran to stop me.
Her: "WEeellll, actually...I forgot to make my bed and put my pjs away (sheepish giggle).
Me: (not swayed at all by cute sheepish giggle) "I don't think you forgot, I think you just did not do it and thought I wouldn't check. Is that right?"
Her: (deer in headlights look, small head nod)
Me: "Do you realize that is lying? You lied to me when you said you did do what I asked...(and so forth and so on about trust, lying, God knowing, tears (hers), forgiveness, and hugs right there on the second to the top stair).
Exhibit B: This morning as I was making her lunch
Me: "If you didn't eat your apples for snack yesterday (she brought the baggie home, still full), weren't you hungry?"
Her: "Mrs. S gave me two crackers."
Me: "Annelise, why? You had a snack, why did she give you crackers?"
Her: (deer in headlights look) (crickets chirping)
Me: "Did you tell her you didn't have a snack so that you could eat crackers instead of apples?"
Her: (small head nod)
Me: "Annelise, that was a lie. You lied to Mrs. S. (and so forth and so on about, lying, dishonesty, trust and forgiveness. Again.)
Then I told her she would have to apologize to Mrs. S. and tell her the truth.
Her: (deer in headlights look, again)
The drive to school was unusually quiet as she pondered her task. I went in with her, not only to hold her to her word, but to put up the sign-up sheet for the class valentine party (yeah, kind of late there, I know).
She told Mrs. S what she had done, shed a few tears and received a big hug and forgiveness from Mrs. S (and me). All before she put her backpack away.
These are only two recent examples, I know there have been plenty of others and there will probably be more, though I hope not. I want her to understand how important it is that we know we can trust her and that telling the truth is always better than telling a lie. I know she knows that, but then again, she's six and can easily get distracted.
How do you handle it when you've caught your child in a lie? Please tell me I'm not the only one that has had Lying Lucy (or Larry) over for a visit.