October 30, 2012
My son (four years old) came out of the bathroom faster than usual the other day, with the water on only a few seconds. When he came to the living room I asked him about it.
“Oh, did you use soap?”
“Yes” he said, looking at me with a straight face.
I smelled his hands. No soap smell. “D, you need to tell the truth…did you use soap?”
“I DON’T WANT TO TELL THE TRUTH” he said with an exclamation mark.
I contained my impulse to laugh. It was hilarious because it’s not something anyone would consider saying even if it is true. Instead, we would make up something to get around the truth. But never just come out with “I don’t want to tell the truth.” I guess there’s pleading the Fifth which is kind of like saying, “I don’t want to tell the truth.”
I thought what would happen if some of our famous politicians exclaimed, “I don’t want to tell the truth” instead of:
“I didn’t inhale” “I didn’t have sexual relations with that woman.” “Read my lips, no new
We’d not be so forgiving I’m sure. We’d rather believe them and find out later that they lied.
I appreciated my son’s honesty (even though he lied at first). At least the “I don’t want to tell the truth” was honest. Either way, he didn’t want to have to go back and wash his hands again which was his reason for both answers.
I asked him a third time, “D, did you use soap?” He said “No” and went back to the bathroom to wash his hands.
He came back with a smile, hands held out saying, “Did I use soap?”
Of course I knew he did or he wouldn’t be giving me his hands to smell. To please him, I took his hands in mine and smelled them.
“Ahh, yes, they smell like soap.” I said.
And off he went to play.
D says some funny things, and I should post them more often.