Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

I love how bedtime at my house becomes "true confession" hour. Take tonight for example... It started with Chase having an upset tummy. He suggested that maybe he drank too much water. I countered that maybe it was because he had 2 sodas today. The conversation continued like this:

Chase, "Aiden had 2 sodas too."

Me, "No, Aiden had chocolate milk."

Chase, "Aiden had chocolate milk at Grandma's house."

Aiden, "Ya. I spilled my chocolate milk in the family room. On the carpet. I didn't tell Grandfather."

Me, "Why didn't you tell Grandfather?!"

Chase, "He cleaned it up!"

Me, "But why didn't you tell Grandfather?"

Aiden, "Because I was afraid he would get mad at me and spank me and lock me out of the house or put me in a dog trap."

Me, (more than a little amused... remember Aiden's my dreamer with a vivid imagination) "Grandfather wouldn't do any of those things. He might give you a time-out. It's better to tell the truth. Adults get more angry when someone lies about a mistake."

Aiden, "Well, I'll tell Grandfather tomorrow."

Chase, "Well, maybe I drank too much water."

Me, "When did you drink too much water?"

Chase, "In the bathtub. I'm sorry, but I drank the bath water."

Me, "That's pretty gross. Maybe that's why your tummy hurts."

Aiden, "Mom. We always drink the bath water. When you're not looking."

Me, "Well, maybe it could make your tummy hurt so you shouldn't do it anymore."

Aiden and Chase, "We won't."

A clear conscience must do wonders for little boys since they promptly fell asleep. ;)