.

His nose is growing.

We are in a full-blown fibbing phase in the Jeter household.

I don't even know how to handle it.

Sometimes it's cute, because he says stuff like, "Mommy, I fell off my bike and got hit by a car and daddy didn't care."

That's the kind of thing that makes you shoot soda out of your nose.

But most of the time, it's serious.

There is a little girl who lives a couple doors down whose mom just loves Thaddeus. On the weekends, he will go over there and "camp" on the patio, or play in her room. And even when she isn't home, her mom will come outside to play with him, or hang out with him while he rides his bike. It's cool. It's nice to know that there's another set of eyes on our child when he is playing in front of the house.
Anyways, Thad isn't allowed in their home (our rule) unless his little friend is home. In other words, he doesn't need to be knocking on the door of some adult's house, and inviting himself in to hang with the big dogs.

He knows this.

Which is why today, he lied to Tom about her being home, and went over there anyways.

Not cool.

Thankfully, Tom saw right through him right away and caught him in his lie.

So he was put on restriction for the rest of tonight and tomorrow.

No tv.

No bike.

Bummer.

I feel bad for Thad because he got into trouble, but at the same time, we really need to bite this habit in the ass before it becomes something a little more serious.

The last thing I need is my child screaming, "FIRE!" in the middle of a crowded movie theater.

He is cute, though. I'll give him that.


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