Monday, March 10, 2008

I tell lies to my son

Boston: "Mom, is the Mickey Mouse at Disneyland the real Mickey?"
Me: "But of course...why do you ask?"
Boston: "Because when you and Dad took me to see Thomas the Tank Engine, the engineer Sir Topan Hat was a FAKE".
Me: "How do you know he was a fake?"
Boston: "Because of the way he was standing".
Me: "Well, Disneyland is where Mickey lives, so I'm sure it's the real one".
Boston: "Are you sure?"
Me: "As sure as I can be, but let's ask Dad and see what he says".

I'm just glad he didn't ask about Santa or the Easter Bunny.
Why are all the fun, present bearing icons just a sack of lies?
lie after lie after lie. I'm going to h-e-double hockey stick.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I was always told the little white lies were free! No black markes.