You May Not Want To Trust Me With Your Children. March 16, 2009

Yesterday we went to Disneyland with our friends the Hutton’s, who happened to be watching the two children of another friend of ours.  All together there were four adults, and five children, which meant that this was the first time that the Dickson/Hutton adults were outnumbered by wee ones.  The day was pretty fun, and the parents of the other kids ended up showing up at the end of the night just in time to have dinner and then go home.  Since we had driven these children not belonging to us to the park, we had to take them back to our cars so their parents could meet us and transfer their car seats back to their car.  On the way there Kaelyn (good Lord I hope I spelled that right because I know she would be upset), who is five was telling me about how tired she was and how she didn’t want to have to take a bath when she got home, and instead she just wanted to go to bed.  Instantly I flashed back to my childhood, and how I remember getting out of things that I didn’t want to do.  I said to her, “Do you want to know how to get out of taking a shower?”  Her eyes got really big and she said “YES!”  I told her that when she got in the car that she should fall asleep, or pretend to be asleep.  Then when she got home she had to pretend that she couldn’t wake up.  I told her, “if you are asleep, they can’t make you take a shower, right?”  I’m pretty sure I remember this trick getting me out of going to summer daycare when I was a kid, and instead I got to spend the day at my grandparents house watching “The Brady Bunch” and “Punky Brewster”.  Kaelyn was super excited about this new found knowledge, and I did make sure to tell her that she couldn’t do this everyday, because then she might start to smell, and you never want to be the “smelly kid” at school.  That’s almost as bad as being the kid that eats his own boogers.  When we got to the parking lot and met her parents, Kaelyn looked at me and whispered, “I won’t tell them what you told me”.  That right there did it.  I couldn’t let this child lie to her parents, worse yet I couldn’t run the risk of her not being a good enough liar and then ratting me out to her parents.  So, I ended up telling them what I had taught their innocent little being.  Their response was to laugh and say that she never would have gotten away with it anyway, because she is an awful liar.  Maybe I will actually follow through with my next child corruption.