Lies, I Told My Son

I am bad, I am sorry Son

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Lies, I Told My Son.

I know I am bad, I apologize Son

This goes way past Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. I mean I do play Santa during Christmas, and I am alive, so technically, Santa is alive? Yea, that was a stretch.

The Lies Only Get Worse

I knew when my son started school, I knew he would ask questions I did not know the answer to. I did not know that would start in his first grade class. However, I was really dreading third grade math and any kind of arithmetic that had fractions, or word problems.

Speaking of word problems, why did we need to know what time Little Johnny will get to Texas, if his train leaves the station at 12:00 noon and travels at 65mph average, and he will make two stops in Oklahoma? What time will Little Johnny get to Texas?

I have an ides, just buy Little Johnny a plane ticket. Oh wait, there is a two-hour layover in Arkansas… Just call me when you get to Texas, Little Johnny.

Prehistoric Animals

My son was taught about prehistoric animals in the 1st grade. I thought I had a year or two at least to read up on dinosaurs, I was wrong. Dad, what dinosaurs do you know about? Humm, I am pretty sure the Megalodon is…