When our children are very little they say too much. It’s the four-year-old who tells mommy’s dirty little secret to her tennis friends. “My mommy doesn’t like Sandra!” Sandra’s jaw drops, and mommy is left ashamed and mortified.
Now, compare that to when my 6-year-old realized that she did not have to always tell the truth. She began making up stories. She even made many up bear-faced lies that my husband was a coal miner who has a parakeet named Kyle. We live in Manhattan, so it was obviously a lie that the teacher could easily decipher herself.