Not that it's intentional, but I find that mother's are not always truthful.
I was clearing out a cabinet this afternoon and came across a box that brought to mind a confession from my momma. And a smile.
So I happened upon the boxes of pudding this morning (checking out my pantry for Amish bread pudding choices). I recalled moms confession, grinned thinking about her deception.
Several nights later, he objected about eating his veggies and declared he was not going to eat them, but he would have jelly toast instead. Sighing I shook my head again and told him, "I'm sorry, it's the law that little boys eat their veggies before they get jelly toast." Again, he sighed, grumbled about the bad "waws" and ate his veggies.
Sadly, I confess that when this worked, I blamed the law for everything from having to keep our rooms clean to going to school. Many things do have laws attached but I might I have stretched the laws quite a bit to fit over such things as picking up our shoes, doing our homework and not talking back. All because it was the law.
"Mom, do we have anything chocolate in the house?" and "Mom, do YOU have anything chocolate in the house?"