Caught in a Lie

Oh, okay, maybe it wasn't a lie, but it was definitely quite an imagination.

Last week, my girls found their way into the home of our new retired neighbors. They were sitting at their kitchen table eating soup and kneeling over the table stealing the avacados and cherry tomatoes out of the couple's salads when I entered through the back door looking for them. (We talked about manners later.)


Since this was our FIRST meeting (no, I hadn't met them before my children sat at the table), I introduced myself as the mother to the children eating at their table. This conversation followed:

Her: You look so young to have three children.

Me: Oh, I just have these two.

Her: What about your son?

Me: Oh, I don't have a son, just the two girls.

Her: Your son Justin? Amelia's twin?

Me: HUH?

Her: The one that is home sick in bed? The one that was sitting next to his friend at school who was really sick so he caught it and is now sick in bed? You know, Amelia's five-year-old twin?

Me: Um, it looks like Amelia was using her imagination. I'm sorry, um, I just have the two girls.



Meanwhile, Amelia looked a little embarrassed but then continued eating the avacado out of the neighbor's salad.



So, that's the story of my perfectly mannered, masters in stranger-danger, always-telling-the-truth children. I'm so proud. I'm for sure winning mother of the year now.