Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Have you ever lied to a kid? A minuscule but deliberate lie? I definitely have. To clarify, I don’t go around lying to kids. However, when you combine a tired child, stalling tactics PLUS an inquisitive nature, you resort to desperate means.


Let me give a bit more context. I worked a date night for a new family and was meeting their 4 year old son for the first time that evening. Dinner, activities, bath, snack, 2 books, a song and lights out was the schedule. We were having fun. Bonding. Living it up...until bedtime came. Jameson laid in bed after finishing his books, took a deep breath and said, “Kristin, how do you spell your name?” That simple question was a precursor to the barrage of questions that followed for the next 16 minutes. His mother told me his bedtime was to be anywhere between 7:45-8:15ish and to sit next to his bed as long as I can for him to fall asleep. I later realized why she said that.

“I spell it K-R-I-S-T-I-N!”

“(laughs) Oh I thought so....what will you do when you get home?”

“I plan on singing a song to myself. Speaking of songs, which song would you like me to sing?” (See what I did there? A segue to get us back to our plan.)

“Let it Go from Frozen”

“Sure! Let it gooooooo, let it gooooooooo”

“No no no I want to start at ‘the snow glows white on the mountain tonight’ please.”

*pulls up lyrics to the song on my phone and sings*

“Ok Jameson we finished our books and song. Time to relax. Your parents will be here when you wake. It was so nice meeting you. Have sweet dreams and a good nights rest.” *turns off light*

“Kristin what makes a lamp shine?”

“Light bulbs”

“What is a light bulb made out of?”

“Glass”

“What’s glass made out of?”

“I believe sand”

“Sand? That means when we’re at the beach we’re basically walking on lightbulbs.”


10 minutes of on and off questions continue.


“Kristin, you said close your eyes but why can’t I see my eyes? I use them to see stuff but can’t see them.”

“Because...eyes are meant to.... view things and your mind remembers them. Eyes are the camera of the body. *fake yawns* I’m so tired I think I’ll let my camera charge by closing my eyes. You should too since you have a full day tomorrow. Night Jameson.”

8:11 asleep.


When his parents came home I gave them an overview of the night and confessed about my fib. His dad laughed and said “Oh we lie to him all the time when we don’t have the answers. Least yours actually seems reasonable. That’s why we give him a window of a half hour. Honestly we didn’t think he’d be down by 8:15 since you’re new. We assumed he’d talk your ear off til at least 8:30. Well done.”


Alexa, play “Little Lies” by Fleetwood Mac...


Have you ever lied to a kid? A minuscule but deliberate lie? I definitely have. To clarify, I don’t go around lying to kids. However, when you combine a tired child, stalling tactics PLUS an inquisitive nature, you resort to desperate means.


Let me give a bit more context. I worked a date night for a new family and was meeting their 4 year old son for the first time that evening. Dinner, activities, bath, snack, 2 books, a song and lights out was the schedule. We were having fun. Bonding. Living it up...until bedtime came. Jameson laid in bed after finishing his books, took a deep breath and said, “Kristin, how do you spell your name?” That simple question was a precursor to the barrage of questions that followed for the next 16 minutes. His mother told me his bedtime was to be anywhere between 7:45-8:15ish and to sit next to his bed as long as I can for him to fall asleep. I later realized why she said that.

“I spell it K-R-I-S-T-I-N!”

“(laughs) Oh I thought so....what will you do when you get home?”

“I plan on singing a song to myself. Speaking of songs, which song would you like me to sing?” (See what I did there? A segue to get us back to our plan.)

“Let it Go from Frozen”

“Sure! Let it gooooooo, let it gooooooooo”

“No no no I want to start at ‘the snow glows white on the mountain tonight’ please.”

*pulls up lyrics to the song on my phone and sings*

“Ok Jameson we finished our books and song. Time to relax. Your parents will be here when you wake. It was so nice meeting you. Have sweet dreams and a good nights rest.” *turns off light*

“Kristin what makes a lamp shine?”

“Light bulbs”

“What is a light bulb made out of?”

“Glass”

“What’s glass made out of?”

“I believe sand”

“Sand? That means when we’re at the beach we’re basically walking on lightbulbs.”


10 minutes of on and off questions continue.


“Kristin, you said close your eyes but why can’t I see my eyes? I use them to see stuff but can’t see them.”

“Because...eyes are meant to.... view things and your mind remembers them. Eyes are the camera of the body. *fake yawns* I’m so tired I think I’ll let my camera charge by closing my eyes. You should too since you have a full day tomorrow. Night Jameson.”

8:11 asleep.


When his parents came home I gave them an overview of the night and confessed about my fib. His dad laughed and said “Oh we lie to him all the time when we don’t have the answers. Least yours actually seems reasonable. That’s why we give him a window of a half hour. Honestly we didn’t think he’d be down by 8:15 since you’re new. We assumed he’d talk your ear off til at least 8:30. Well done.”


Alexa, play “Little Lies” by Fleetwood Mac...