My Honey says the boy should run for Congress

My son was nicknamed The Bandit for a reason.  Beyond a doubt my son is the mastermind behind any devious adventures either at school or at home. At this point, of course, all his misdeeds are minor,funny and blog worthy. But the boy is a consummate liar and soon that won’t be so funny.

At the age of six the things he chooses to lie about are minimal, but the way he does it is worthy of a mob interrogation.

For example, his father came upon the boy standing on the stove and leaning into the highest shelves of the open pantry.  “What are you doing?” he asked The Bandit. Of course, Daddy had a pretty clear idea what was going on.

The boy didn’t jump or look guilty, he just glanced at his father. “Nothing,” he said with a straight face. 

“What’cha got in your hand there?” Daddy motions to the box of cookies Bandit has in his hands.

“Nothin’.”

“Really,” Daddy tilts his head and raises his eyebrows to indicate disbelief. “I see you holding the cookies.”

“No, I’m not.”

Daddy scoffs, loudly. “Dude, I’m looking at you.  I can see you.”

Again with the straight face. “I was counting the cookies.”

“Counting them?” Daddy nods in disbelief. “Looks to me like you were eating them.”

Bandit purses his lips together, scrunching up his chin, and just shakes his head just like Al Pacino in Scarface. “No.”

“You’ve got chocolate all over your face, man, I can see it.”

Then in a move that would make Gotti proud, he says to his father, “I don’t have chocolate on my face.”

If he gets any better at this, I suspect the CIA is going to come calling.