I Lie Because I Must

            I wouldn’t say that I have picky eaters; I have children that love to be contrary to whatever is going on. We were having chicken for dinner one evening, as we had had many, many, many times, but on this particular night Adam decided that he didn’t like chicken and was not going to eat it. How it came to me I’ll never know but without missing a beat I told him that I knew he didn’t like chicken so he was having meat instead. He ate it and told me how good his meat was. It was about a year later, after serving him “‘meat” rather than chicken that whole time, that I sat him down and told him the truth. He looked at me strangely and we stared each other down for a little while when he finally commented to me that “nope” he had not been eating chicken because he doesn’t like it. We went back and forth for a while when he finally decided that I was telling the truth and he liked chicken disguised as meat. He knew he was beaten in this round but undoubtedly he will be ready for the next.