When someone, usually a non-parent or someone long removed from child-rearing, says to me that they love children because they are just so honest, I have to laugh a little and wonder where I have gone wrong with Connery. I bring this up because again today at Kindermusik he brought forth a bold-faced lie, even better than last fall's assertion that yes, we did indeed have a puppy at home. Today's topic was crying babies, relevant particularly because two of the toddlers in the class have new baby sisters. Mary asked if their babies cried sometimes, and they said yes. Then Connery pipes up, "We have a new baby at home, too. We had to take it to the doctor."
All of the other mommies looked at me, some concerned that perhaps we had lost a baby or something, and I had to say that he was just lying and that if we had a baby at home, I wasn't aware of it. One of the new-baby-mommies quipped, "Perhaps you should check at the doctor's...?"
When he stayed at Chad and Amy's house over the weekend, Amy asked him if he was potty-trained. His answer? "I go poop on the potty." In his defense, this could be a sort of cagey, Clinton-esque response, as he never asserted that he was actually potty trained, just that he went poop on the potty. It depends on what your definition of what is potty-trained is, I suppose.
Also, there's been a trend toward his denying problematic behaviors and blaming them on others. Example: He throws his napkin on the floor at mealtime, prompting a rebuke, and then says, "I didn't throw the napkin! You threw the napkin!"
As per usual, my mother finds this all hilarious, never failing to remind me of my childhood penchant for cheating, especially on what had to be the dullest of all boardgames, Little House on the Prairie. She's probably trying to make me feel better by allowing me to see that a highly deceptive child (me) can grow up to be marginally ethical. But mostly I think she is secretly thinking, "Payback's a bitch!"