In other words, when we ask Jack to tell us what happened, we often get interesting versions of the truth.
Story 1: Jack and I were home alone. I came into the living room to find toys and pillows strewn everywhere.
Me: Jack, where did all this come from? Who made this mess?
Jack: Ummmm, Ben do it.
Me.: Ben is at school. I don't think he did it.
Jack: Ummmm, Will do it.
Me: Will is at school. I don't think he did it either.
Jack: Ummmm, Kate do it.
Me: Jack, Kate did not do this. She is at school. Did you make this mess?
Jack: (Hangs head) Sowwy, Mommy.
Story 2: A large bowl of Halloween candy was accidentally left on the kitchen table, where Jack happened to be sitting alone while he finished his ONE sucker. Tim goes into the kitchen to find wrappers everywhere and Jack sticky.
Tim: Jack, did you eat this candy?
Jack: No.
Tim: (Going through the wrappers) Did you eat the starburst?
Jack: No
Tim: Did you eat the smarties?
Jack: No
Tim: Did you eat the suckers?
Jack: No.
Tim: Did you eat the candy in your mouth right now?
Jack: No.
Story 3: The three big kids have a bad habit of leaving their handheld video games lying around. I often come in a room to find Jack sitting with the game on his lap. He is not allowed to play anytime he wants, but only in certain circumstances.
Me: Jack, are you playing the DS?
Jack: (Closes the game quickly, and looks up at the ceiling in a super-innocent-I-have-no-idea-what-you-are-talking-about way. I swear if he could whistle while he looks up it would completely top off the act.)
Me: Jack, put the game away.
Jack: Sowwy, Mommy.
It is a good think that I have raised three other three-year olds, or I might think I have a compulsive liar on my hands.
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