I lied to my son. It was minor, and it was to get him to try something good for him, but it was still a lie. I don’t feel very good about it. A lie is a lie, and I don’t want to start down that road. Each lie gets a little bit bigger until I am telling him big huge lies and justifying it.
On a good note, I tried the recipe for zucchini muffins exactly like I typed it last week, and it turned out great. This, really, has to do with the story, I promise.
So, here is where the lie came. We went to an event on Friday that had gluten free cupcakes. There were chocolate and vanilla. I grabbed a chocolate one to try, but the Little Man came running up to me saying, “Chocolate cake. More chocolate cake.” Since every time in the past I have tried to give him a bite of chocolate cake, he shook his head and said, “No.” (even after asking for it by name), I figured I would try to give him a piece. He would say, “No.” And that would be that. But, no such luck. Instead, he popped the piece in his mouth. And, before he could finish chewing, “More chocolate cake.” So, I kept giving him piece after piece until it was gone. I threw out the icing. I thought he had enough sugar.
I never did get a chocolate cupcake. Luckily, the Big Man saw that other people were eating them instead of the gluten full cupcakes and grabbed the last one before anyone else could. It was the vanilla one. It was good, for a vanilla one, but it wasn’t chocolate. Bummer.
Anyway, the next day, I decided to try the zucchini muffin recipe again, since our CSA, once again, gave us a boat load of zucchini. I didn’t get the ran-out-of-corn note this time. Everyone got a lot of zucchini, I guess. As I said above, they turned out great. I cut one up so the Big Man and I could try it. Then here comes the Little Man, “More chocolate cake. More chocolate cake.”
“No, honey, this is a zucchini muffin. Want to try.”
“Are you sure? Zucchini muffin?”
Here is where it happened. He was turning away to go back into the other room, and before I could really think about what I was going to say, out it came…
“Chocolate cake. Want to try chocolate cake?”
Bad Mommy. Bad, bad, Mommy.
Even worse. He came back, grabbed the piece, and ate it.
“More chocolate cake.”
I give him some more. This continues until half of the muffin is gone. It is his snack time, anyway, so I cut up another muffin and put it out for him.
All I hear is, “More chocolate cake.”
I’m not trying to shove the blame off to anyone else, but it would be nice if chocolate cake wasn’t referred to in almost every book he has or what few tv shows he gets to watch. We actually don’t have chocolate cake around the house very much. But, he has learned that chocolate cake is a good thing. And, it always tastes good. Even if it tastes like a zucchini muffin.
So there, that’s it. I lied to my child. They only get bigger from here. Do I justify it in my head by saying it’s to get him to eat a healthy muffin that he likes anyway? Do I promise to never tell a lie to my child again? I don’t know. I do know that I feel guilty. But, I guess it’s just the beginning of feeling guilty about things concerning my child.
But, just to let you know, I will tell him that there is a Santa Claus and Tooth Fairy. Those don’t count.
Until later, here’s to…Living better, easily!™