Prevarications, II

My daughter* hates three things in the world: 

1) other kids playing with her toys, or any object/person of which she has deemed herself temporary owner

2) having her hair washed during bathtime

3) the big-dig tunnel that takes us under Boston proper on the way to Nana’s house (“Oh no, no, no, NO… get out tunnel!”)

She also hates getting in trouble, but has hitherto seemed incapable of telling a falsehood. 

“Did you dump shampoo all over the floor?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you take dirt out of the plant and dump it on the floor?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you spread yogurt all over your hair?”

“Uh-huh.”

Etc. 

She often even fesses up to her plotted sins beforehand.  For example, she’ll ask for a bottle of ketchup.  I’ll ask if she wants to eat it, and she’ll say, “No.  I want to dump things, make a mess.”

Well… something clicked in her two-year-old-brain the other night, and she realized there was another option:  lying.  I was giving her a bath, and said, “Okay, let’s wash your hair.”  She said, “No, no, no, no, NO!”  I said it would only take a minute, and she looked me straight in the eye and said, “Daddy washed my hair.”  She emphasized the “ed” sound on the end of “washed.”

“Daddy washed your hair?”

Big smile. “Uh huh.  Daddy washed my hair.  Mommy no no wash my hair.”

“Hmmm… it looks like your hair is all dry.”

“No, Mama, my hair so, so wet.”

I hope it’s always this easy to catch her in her web of deceit.

 

*Sorry about yet another toddler post.  I don’t have much else going on for the next few weeks.  Mobility (and other forms of being a normal human) have become quite difficult due to the giant watermelon-head that has taken up residence in utero.  We found out last week that (with seven or eight weeks to go), the baby is already 6 pounds.  I’m so happy she’s healthy, but also a little terrified!