Friday, December 5, 2008

Liar, Liar! Pants on Fire!

I am lying to my daughter. And, no, I'm not talking about Santa.

If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you know Evie is teeny-tiny. You also know I worry and obsess about her weight gain. But I have discovered a great trick!

Evie is in love with The Backyardigans. So lately, we don't have macaroni and cheese - we have "Ho Daddy, Surf's Up Noodles." We don't have sausage and barley soup - we have "Yeti Soup." Instead of ham, we have "Vroom, Vroom Crusin' the Dunes Ham."

Tonight we had pork. Evie wouldn't touch it. What she really begged for was my Spring Mix salad with Red Wine Mist dressing. But when I said "Do you know what that is? It's Polka Palace Party Pork!" she dug right in. Immediately. In fact, she ate every single bite on her plate. She also had a hefty helping of Ho Daddy Noodles.

Why can't this work in reverse? Wouldn't it be great if I just renamed chocolate cake and then didn't want it anymore? "Big Belly Brown Bread? No thanks!" Wishful thinking...

How 'bout you? What little white lies do you tell your children?

9 comments:

Tari said...

We told the boys that soda and beer were both for grown ups. The first one believed us, but the second one just told us he liked beer too, so that was the end of that. :)

Heather said...

Oh the white lies...

The one that pops in my head first was getting them to eat broccoli. I finally stood each piece on its end and called them trees. Then I sprinkled grated parm on top and told them it snowed.

Last year Nicholas found the receipt to Game Stop where we had bought the PlayStation. I told him Santa gave me it to me in case something was wrong because we couldn't ship it to the North Pole. And it was a good thing too, because one of the games was broken...

There have been many, and I am not proud, but to parents, the white lie is a necessary evil.

Fiona said...

We haven't lied to Iain yet, but then he's still too young to understand.

I hope when we get to that stage I do as well as Heather - very creative!

Momma said...

what a creative way to get her to eat! I bet she had so much fun!

Jackie @ Our Moments Our Memories said...

Hey, it worked - and yes, I so wish that just renaming things would keep ME away from them, too.

Ok, so mine have to do with potty training. When we first started, I bought her Dora panties, and told her that Dora would be SO SAD if she peed or pooped on her new undies. It worked - we had very few accidents and still to this day she'll tell me, "Dora so happy that I peepee in the potty!"

You gotta get creative with this parenting stuff, huh? :)

Rachel said...

It's not really lying! It's just renaming...

Lying is when we tell her that we poured soda into her water...

Fiona said...

Seriously, I'm taking notes here.

Lesse:
1. Cheese on trees. This will be necessary because my husband hates broccoli and will try to bring Iain over to the Dark Side on that subject.

2. Santa sends gift receipts. Genius.

3. Dora (or whoever the boy version is) doesn't want you to tinkle on her head. Excellent. This is a two-fer, because you potty train and also teach him not to pee on people. That's a good lesson all by itself.

I'm collecting all this stuff for future use.

Shari Baby said...

haha funny comments and clever job sarah!

Danielle said...

Very clever!