When my kids were really small and just learning to talk they occasionally told “fibs.”
“I don’t know how that gross banana got mashed into the carpet. I think I umm… just found it like that.”
Their little half-truths coupled with their beguiling faces were just too cute. I couldn’t consider their stories lies. “Lie” is such an ugly word. My kids told fibs.
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