So the Mario Borthers game was collected from school on Tuesday and it was Connor’s game as it has a game history on it. So that is not something we have to speculate over any further.
How the game got there is a mystery, but there is obvi0us relief that the game is home and I can stop looking for the stupid thing.
Connor is swearing blind that he has no idea how it got there. I have indicated (in very measured mother tones) that he has already been punished for the game being lost, so at this point if he admits to taking it to school, he will not get into any further trouble.
But he continues to cling to his story with tears running down his pale little cheeks, as his big blue eyes stare at me pleadingly.
He did say in a rather bleating voice: “why doesn’t anyone believe me?” which made me feel pretty sh8t all around, as I do believe him, but the game is still at school and unless fairies with teleportation skills are involved, there are not too many other options left that we have not explored up to this point.
But game is home, Connor has two weeks punishment for losing game/not looking after his things,and everyone is skipping along happily.
I feel that there is a trust issue that has been tarnished a bit – I feel I must believe Connor.
I feel quite strongly about the truth – without getting all righteous on your arse. Lying for me, has always had bad consequences, and of all the things we were taught that was bad, lying was the real kicker. You could rob the bottle store, but as long as you tell the truth, you might get to keep the wine.
Lying has always been the deal breaker. (Listen I have told a few clangers in my time, so I am not going to lie to you here and say that everything that has fallen out of my pie-hole has been as unblemished as virgin snow!)
Ido naturally believe people – though I am a sceptic. I believe when someone says something it is the truth. I think it is my “all or nothing” persona. If I believe someone lies, then I will believe they are lying all the time, so I opt instead to believe that people tell the truth, until proven otherwise.
We can talk about my niavity later.
Kids do lie, logic tells me this (and Connor sometimes lies that he has brushed his teeth when I discover, on further investigation, that he has not). We have seen that our kids are no different and can spin a tail with the best of them.
I just don’t want to admit that my kid might be one of THOSE kids.
Listen I totally get that in about six or seven years when Connor is lying about smoking behind the garage, decanting my box of wine, and explaining what the skantily glad girl is doing in his room - this entire situation is going to be a distant memory, and a bit pedestrain actually. I will be a lot wiser to the “real world” - then – I get that.
But this is my first time with a nine year old, and I feel like my innocence is being cast asunder here …. cut me some slack you wordly lot.