The philosopher speaks
Every now and then, my eldest son leaves me speechless. Recently, he has been lying a lot, and I vaguely remember this as the age when all kids lie, and horribly. I suppose they are testing the waters? He lies about things that can be accounted for as true. "I didn't leave those Pokemon cards in my bed! A cat must have brought them up!" "I am not c-c-cold!" "My CD didn't play a song! I have to play it over!" "There is no way it could have been 15 minutes!"
So, I have been telling him for the last few months that he can't lie about reality, that I don't have to find out if he's lying because reality tells me. He still argues against reality.
I wake him up at 10 till 7 every morning. This is because he is not a morning person, and he needs about a 10 minute cushion to actually climb out of bed.
Yesterday, the morning routine begins. Around a quarter after, I check to make sure he is getting dressed. I see him in his room on the floor with a comic book open. You see, he cleaned his room a few days ago, and for the most part, the floor is toy free. The following takes place:
Me: Hey! You need to get ready for school, not read a comic book.
SD: I'm not reading! (Of course, when I caught him, he jumped up and quickly went for his dresser.)
Me: So what were you doing sitting on the floor and looking down with a comic open in front of you?
SD: I wasn't looking at it! I was taking a break from walking to the dresser.
Me: Honey, your room is not that big. It takes two steps to get from your bed to the dresser.
SD: So! I'm tired!
Me: SD, you need to get moving. You've been up for 25 minutes and you don't even have your clothes on.
SD: I have not been up for 25 minutes!
Me: Yes, SD, you have. You get up at 6:50 and it is now 7:15. That's 25 minutes.
SD: No, it's not!
Me: [sigh] SD, you need to get dressed.
SD: Why!?
Me: You have school today. You know this. Remember that thing called reality? You're having a hard time with it this morning.
SD: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS REALITY!
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So, I have been telling him for the last few months that he can't lie about reality, that I don't have to find out if he's lying because reality tells me. He still argues against reality.
I wake him up at 10 till 7 every morning. This is because he is not a morning person, and he needs about a 10 minute cushion to actually climb out of bed.
Yesterday, the morning routine begins. Around a quarter after, I check to make sure he is getting dressed. I see him in his room on the floor with a comic book open. You see, he cleaned his room a few days ago, and for the most part, the floor is toy free. The following takes place:
Me: Hey! You need to get ready for school, not read a comic book.
SD: I'm not reading! (Of course, when I caught him, he jumped up and quickly went for his dresser.)
Me: So what were you doing sitting on the floor and looking down with a comic open in front of you?
SD: I wasn't looking at it! I was taking a break from walking to the dresser.
Me: Honey, your room is not that big. It takes two steps to get from your bed to the dresser.
SD: So! I'm tired!
Me: SD, you need to get moving. You've been up for 25 minutes and you don't even have your clothes on.
SD: I have not been up for 25 minutes!
Me: Yes, SD, you have. You get up at 6:50 and it is now 7:15. That's 25 minutes.
SD: No, it's not!
Me: [sigh] SD, you need to get dressed.
SD: Why!?
Me: You have school today. You know this. Remember that thing called reality? You're having a hard time with it this morning.
SD: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS REALITY!
This entry was originally posted at http://lilia-blackbear.dreamwidth.org/402251.html.