Why Can’t Kids Ever Admit When They’re Wrong?

Ruby: “Mom? Where’s Dad’s car?”

Me: “He drove it to work honey.”

Ruby: “No he didn’t. He rode his bike today. I saw him leave with it.”

Me: “Well I guess not because it’s gone.”

Ruby: “No, really! Dad rode his bike! I saw him!”

Me: “OK, well maybe he put his bike in his car and took it to work to fix it.”

Ruby: “NO! I SAW HIM RIDE AWAY ON IT!”

Me: “Ruby! Stop arguing with me! Obviously you’re wrong because his car is gone! Now do you want to get to school on time or argue with me? We’re already late!”

Ruby: (Mumbling) “Maybe it was stolen.”

Me: “Yeah right Ruby. It was stolen.”

I didn’t think about it all day long until 5pm when we pulled up outside the house at the same time as my husband…on his bike. God I hate it when kids are right!