Honesty...

Clare bit the dust on her way into school one morning. She smacked her face on the sidewalk pretty hard and got a big red scrub under her left eye. When she came home from school I told her she should tell Daddy that she was in a fight. I also encouraged her to say the kid she was fighting limped away with a broken arm and two black eyes.

I thought this would be hilarious.

She looked at me with a stern expression and said:

"I'm not gunna lie!"

Yay, for honesty.

Well, imagine my surprise when Clare called her Dad over to the family room couch saying "Hey Daddy, come look at my face!" When Daddy responded with the appropriate shock and worry, Clare said: "I got in a fight!"

"WHAT!!!" both Will and I chorused at the same moment.

"With the sidewalk!" Honest-Clare responded as she laughed at our shock.

I guess honesty can be pretty funny some times.

We put her hair in sock-curlers the night after her face plant. I thought it would help distract from her face scrub. However, when she got home she complained: "All day people kept saying 'What happened to your face?!?' and 'Why is your hair so curly?' I had to tell people like a million times!" Distraction failed.