I catch myself doing it all the time. Telling Sweetie Pie those little white lies. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that are just easier than explaining the actual truth.
Like telling him a light switch is hot. Now let me explain that one.
The switch was on the side of a kitchen island at my friend’s house. We’d gone over there for a play date. That switch turned on the garbage disposal. So, when Sweetie Pie kept trying to flip it on, I was telling him not to.
He asked me why.
I told him he just didn’t need to do that.
Then he asked me, “Is it hot?”
Yes! Yes it is hot son.
See. Sometimes the simplest answer—even if not exactly the truth-- is just easier.
Maybe that’s just me being lazy & not wanting to explain every little detail to him. And maybe it’s just me being realistic & knowing that he isn’t going to understand the truth.
Which leads me to the question. Do you tell little white lies to your kids?