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My grandkid Zeke sneaked into his big sister's room this afternoon and was handling her treasures--she's fifteen, he's three, so naturally her treasures are hard to resist. Mom and dad were downstairs and Zeke was supposed to be napping. They heard a crash and rushed upstairs to find a ceramic figurine in pieces on the floor but Zeke sleeping soundly in bed--lots of snoring noises. Since they were the only people in the house my daughter, Hannah, charged Zeke with the crime but he was not having any of it. His alibi (Goldilocks did it) was flimsy but that was his story and he was sticking to it.
So his parents told him he would stay in his room until he told the truth. For about 20 minutes he wailed "Don't you want to hug me NOW?" but eventually came clean and admitted that he broke the stachoop. Good parenting, right? But I am laughing at a whole bull rack of BS alibis handed to me by my own kids over the years.
Hannah, this particular daughter, once had to be at school extra early one fine spring morning, her senior year. She left before seven, in her little gray Mazda. When five p.m. rolled around she still was not home. This was in the days of landlines and I was worried so I started calling around but just then I had a phone call from Hannah. She was at a friend's house, a farm, some 20 miles from home. She had gone to this friend's house to work on a presentation for drama class and, wouldn't you know? Her car had a flat tire. Not to worry, no sense sending Dad out to fix the flat. Friend's dad was fixing the flat but had to drive into town for new parts (!!! ???) and she would be home in just an hour and a half.
That "buy new parts" was a red flag but the bigger flag was the newfangled device that her Dad had them install on the phone line that month--a modern wonder called caller id, which told us that she was not at her friend's house in our county but in a bar in a college town about an hour and a half away! There was wailing and gnashing of teeth when she got home!
I, myself, have been caught in a phony baloney or two. What about you? --s6
So his parents told him he would stay in his room until he told the truth. For about 20 minutes he wailed "Don't you want to hug me NOW?" but eventually came clean and admitted that he broke the stachoop. Good parenting, right? But I am laughing at a whole bull rack of BS alibis handed to me by my own kids over the years.
Hannah, this particular daughter, once had to be at school extra early one fine spring morning, her senior year. She left before seven, in her little gray Mazda. When five p.m. rolled around she still was not home. This was in the days of landlines and I was worried so I started calling around but just then I had a phone call from Hannah. She was at a friend's house, a farm, some 20 miles from home. She had gone to this friend's house to work on a presentation for drama class and, wouldn't you know? Her car had a flat tire. Not to worry, no sense sending Dad out to fix the flat. Friend's dad was fixing the flat but had to drive into town for new parts (!!! ???) and she would be home in just an hour and a half.
That "buy new parts" was a red flag but the bigger flag was the newfangled device that her Dad had them install on the phone line that month--a modern wonder called caller id, which told us that she was not at her friend's house in our county but in a bar in a college town about an hour and a half away! There was wailing and gnashing of teeth when she got home!
I, myself, have been caught in a phony baloney or two. What about you? --s6