Lying

Yesterday’s corner time: 0 Minutes.

Can you believe it? I had absolutely no corner time yesterday.

No, of course, you’re right. I actually spent 6 minutes in the corner. I’m practising my lying but I’m not very good at it. I tend to break down under severe interrogation.

For example:

Becca: WAAAAAAAARGH!
Dad: Matthew, did you bite Becca?

(He’s onto me - let’s try to deflect him.)

Matthew: Why you speaka to me?
Dad: I’m speaking to you because I would like to know if you bit Becca?

(It hasn’t worked, time to play dumb.)

Matthew: I don’t know.
Becca: WAAAAAAAARGH!
Dad: You don’t know if you bit Becca or not?

(He’s persistent - I can’t shake him off. I’d better try to confuse him.)

Matthew: Yes.
Dad: Yes - you bit her?
Matthew: No. Yes - I don’t know if I bit her or not.
Dad: Uh?

(It's working - got to keep it going. After all, he can't prove anything.)

Dad: What are these teeth marks on Becca’s hand?

(Darn it! He’s good. Time to look sheepish. Baa.)

Matthew: Hmm.
Dad: Did you bite Becca?

(I’m in big trouble now.)

Matthew: WAAAAAAAARGH!

What chance did I stand? The guy’s obviously a trained professional.

Matthew.

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