When we bought my husband his Father's Day present, I felt pretty proud of myself--until he asked our three-year-old Lightning what it was.
"It's a secret," he said at first.
"What is it?" the manipulative Daddy asked again. "You can tell me."
I honestly didn't think he'd remember. But then he looked right at Dad, grinned, and said, "It's a movie. A bad movie! About dragons!"
And so Daddy knew.
It's my husband's birthday (and my parent's anniversary!) this Sunday, so we bought his present(s) today. This time, however, I prepared Lightning with a lie.
"If Daddy asks, tell him we bought him a horse made out of potatoes," I said. "It'll be a funny joke."
Sure enough, tonight at dinner Daddy started his clever bid for information.
"Where'd you go today?" he asked. "Anywhere interesting?"
"We bought your present!" our three-year-old declared with a grin.
"What is it?" Dad asked.
Lightning looked at me, paused, and said, "A horse made out of potatoes!"
He stuck to that story. Thanks to lies, we've still got a surprise!