Big Boys Don’t Cry
A staple in the world of tales, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, is not only a cute story, but also a cautionary tale that we reference to our children to help explain the importance of telling the truth. So everyone knows that lie=bad and truth=good.
But what about those “little while lies?” The ones that so many of us tell on a daily basis to make people more comfortable or to avoid conflict? Come on, you know which ones I’m talking about.
- Thank you so much! I love it! (When opening a gift of *insert worst gift ever here.*) You can’t tell me that at one point you didn’t tell this lie.
- You look great in that! (When your in your head thinking, “Where in the world did you even find that? I can’t believe you paid good money for something like that. Were there no mirrors in the store?”)
- No officer, I’m not sure how fast I was going. (Yes you do. The big dial is right there.)
- I don’t know what memo you’re talking about. (Of course you had seen the memo, but honestly, who cares? Why are you bothering me this? Whose turn was it to get donuts?)
- I’m on my way. (Oh sh*$! I forgot! *pulling on shoes and stumbling out the door*)
- I’ll call you back. (Ugh, I’m sorry I even gave him/her my number.)
- Oh yeah, I remember you. (And now you’re leaning over and asking your spouse, “Who’s that guy?”)
- I’m listening. (Aside from Doctor Frasier Crane, maybe not.)
- I’m busy that day. (*glancing down at blank calendar*)
Thank goodness there’s no big, bad wolf hanging out behind us when we tell these ones. So what about you? What’s your favorite little white lie?
4 thoughts on “Big Boys Don’t Cry”
When I was about 35 1/2 weeks pregnant with my third child, I played an April Fool’s Day joke and told everybody that I had gone into labor. (We were all camping at the time.) The next day, at 8 AM, I started getting contractions. I told my husband. He didn’t believe me and left to go to the junkyard. My mother came to pick me up to take me to the doctor and told me that my brother was saying that I was playing another prank. Well, I wasn’t. My son was born the next morning. When I came home from the hospital, my other brother and his wife gave me a baby gift. It was the book, The Boy Who Cried Wolf.”
OMG – really?!? How old is your son now? Do you still have the book? 🙂
He’ll be 16 tomorrow, and sadly, I lost the book somewhere along the line. 🙁