Most times kids lie to avoid trouble. Not him. He lies to avoid the truth. During a classroom math time discussion his teacher asked the students a graphing question.
“Who has been to Disneyland?” she wondered, big fat marker in hand, ready to chart their answers.
Youthful hands shot up into the air, wiggling with excitement. Not his. His hands were jammed firmly under his little boy thighs.
“Never?” Ms. She’s Really Nice inquired. He shook his head back and forth.
“But, I have been to Las Vegas,” he shared.
Later, in the late afternoon, while sitting in a circle with the other boys and girls in karate class, he made an announcement.
“I did not get any presents for Christmas.”
That got their attention.
“I did not give any presents to anyone either. Anyway, I don’t even celebrate Christmas,” he said.
No. Big. Deal. When he was in the car with his mom, driving home from an hour of kicks and jabs, he rehashed his day.
“Why would you tell the teacher you’ve never been to Disneyland? And Vegas? Why did you say you went to Las Vegas?”
She continued questioning him before he could get a word-in-edgewise.
“You said you didn’t get presents, didn’t give them, and don’t even celebrate Christmas? Why would you make up all those things?” she wondered.
“I just don’t want people to know everything about me,” he answered.