talent lacking

Tonight, Sam started up with a half-hearted "I'm not feeling so good. My tummy hurts. *sigh* I won't be able to go to school tomorrow."

Faking sick is a new phenomenon for Sam, and he is no good at it at all. If you ever need someone to fib for you, check Max. Never play cards on Sam's team, he has "I am bluffing" written all over him. It is hilarious. He was born without the "Fib" Gene.

So I said to Sam, "You can't be sick tomorrow, I am meeting with your teacher, remember? And then I will be busy all day. Be sick on Thursday or something."

"OH!" he said. "I'd forgotten!"

"Do you want a cup of chamomile tea or something, to help you feel all better?"

"Nope," he said, bouncing into bed. "I'm totally, completely fine."

"Oh good." I muttered, as his brothers (accomplished fibbers both) rolled around in hysterics. Sam's inability to fib is legend in this house.


Anonymous said…
That was pretty cute. It's like when adults say, straight-faced, "I'm planning on calling in sick on Friday and then I can..."
Anonymous said…
I guess either you have it or you don't. Guess he'd be a pathetic sociopath.
We haven't gotten to the faking-sickness stage yet, but I'm sure it's coming!
I could never fake it well either when I was a kid!
BlueBella said…
Too cute! At least you have one you don't have to guess about in the house! Sorry I've been missing you for a couple days - you've been busy! Happy Anniversary - you are a rock star for going it 11 years - congrats to you and Sean . . .even if he doesn't behave all the time. Want me to come kick him in the shin?