Thursday, April 12, 2012
Posted by bethany at 9:55 AM
As Storey climbed into the car and was buckling herself in after preschool on Tuesday, we had the following conversation.
Storey: Mommy, Travis was so mean to me today. He hit me, he kicked me, and he said "There goes the fat girl."
Me: Did he really do that Storey?
Storey: Yes, mommy. It was awful. He is horrible.
Storey is known for her, well, stories.
Me: Are you lying?"
Storey: (violently shaking her head no)
Me: I'm going to have to talk to your teacher about this. Storey, do you think Travis should get in trouble for the way he treated you?
I was watching in the rearview mirror as she suddenly realized the seriousness of her false accusations.
Storey: No he shouldn't get in trouble.
Me: Why not?
Storey: Because it's not true.
I hate to say this about my own kin, but she is quickly gaining the reputation as the biggest liar I have ever met. She was punished accordingly, but I really am at a loss. She looks so sweet and innocent and then BAM!
There goes the fat girl. Really? Where does she come up with this stuff?
Labels: Storey stories