Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I was the queen of faking injuries when I was growing up. Maybe it was the attention, maybe it was that I didn't enjoy running. I'm not really sure why I did it, but I've always felt sorry for my kids because I was certain that I'd be able to tell a fake injury from a real one so I felt confident they wouldn't stand a chance.
Now I'm not so sure. Munchkin Girl ran around and yelled like a banshee last night during Trick or Treating. She had an absolute ball and didn't say a word about having a hurt foot.
See? She's the one in the Tinkerbell costume. She ran around and kept up with the bigs kids like a champ until almost 8:00. However, this morning she woke up and immediately said her foot hurt. I didn't think much about it, but then every time she tried to walk at all she would drop to the ground and cry. She claimed she wanted to go to school, so I don't think she was just trying to get out of going anywhere.
I didn't know what to think. Her foot didn't look swollen or red. She begged me to send her to school but would the teachers be mad if she limped around all day? I finally though to ask her how she hurt her foot. She replied.
"I think a car ran over it."
"Oh really?" I said. "Little Buddy ran over your foot with his toy car?"
"No," she said. "I think you ran over it in your car."
Perfect! Now she's going to school and she's going to tell her teachers that her Mommy ran over her foot with her car. I don't know whether she's faking or not, but I am 100% certain that I did NOT run over her foot at any time. It makes it a little harder to tell whether they're faking or not when you're certain they're a bit of a fibber to begin with.