You know, sometimes you can learn a lot from the moon. Some days it’s bright and shiny, all big and new, and some days it’s tiny as a sliver — fairly dim, but you know it’ll be back to shiny someday soon.
Conner’s going through a phase right now. It’s a lying phase. It’s happening too frequently and it’s making me so tired, so mad, so frustrated, I just want to pull both of our hair out.
Finally, we had a discussion about what his consequence would be if he lied (prior to that we had a discussion about what’d be like if I lied all the time. He realized how I couldn’t trust him and he chose the consequence of an extra job. We’ve had to inflict the consequence one time (so far), and of course it was about brushing his teeth.
I just don’t get lying about something like that. I get lying about stealing food, etc. — but brushing his teeth just drives me nuts. The only consequence to that is me telling him to go do it.
Do you guys have little liars at your house sometimes? Is it a phase, what do you do?
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