Big. Fat. Liar.

Well... more like Tall. Skinny. Liar. But that doesn't quite have the same ring to it now, does it?

Yesterday after Hubby and I got home from work, we were standing in the kitchen trying to figure out whether we were going to have pasta for dinner, or use one of the restaurant gift cards that my parents gave us for Christmas [because I had forgotten to get the ham out of the freezer yesterday morning]. This decision, at the time, was hinging on whether Keeper Boy had gotten his homework done. If he hadn't, we were going out. If he had, we were eating spaghetti. I know... seems backward, right? Well, there was a rebroadcast of the USA/Canada World Junior championship game on at 6pm and we'd promised Keeper Boy he could watch it if he finished his homework -- in which case, we'd have to eat at home.

So. While we were going through the homework list to figure out if it was done, one of us went over to throw something away in the trashcan, which was absurdly full I might add. Ick. I wasn't really paying attention, but a few seconds later my brain clicked that I had seen an empty ice cream cup in there. It wasn't there when I left for work yesterday morning and no one had been home up to that point other than Keeper Boy.

Me to Keeper Boy: Why is there an empty ice cream container in the trash?
Keeper Boy [in a why-are-you-asking-me kind of voice]: I don't know.
Me: Really? You didn't have ice cream after school?
Keeper Boy: NO!
Me: Keeper Boy. Are you lying?
Keeper Boy: No!
Me: Seriously? You're going to sit here and tell me, when no one else has been here all day except you, that you did not have ice cream.
Keeper Boy: Yes.

After that I just stared at him and then he admitted that not only had he had ice cream, but he'd had CheezIts, too. No wonder he didn't care what we did for dinner!

We gave him the whole the lying about it is worse than the actual deed speech and sent him to his room. Seriously, it wouldn't have been that huge of a deal had he not lied about it. We would've told him it wasn't a good choice for an after school snack and not to do it again. Done.

Going out was somewhat out of the question at that point, even though Keeper Boy watching the hockey game (which was the major thing preventing us from going out in the first place) was so off the table.

Once the pasta was ready and on the table, we told him he could come eat. At that point, it was about 6:30. He looked at the clock and saw what time it was and actually said, "Why aren't we eating downstairs? The game is on."

Wh-What?

Yeah, he really thought he was still going to be able to watch the game after blatently lying to us. (This is the third sneaky thing that we've caught him at in the past two weeks BTW... not an isolated incident.)

So once he realizes no game, he starts crying and goes back to his room.

GAH! He's not even 12 yet... I just can't WAIT for the teenage years!!!