Being a mother is the most important and most rewarding job I have ever known.
It's surprising, however, to do well in this noble profession, it seems you must be a good liar.
I admit, my kids got in a lot of trouble when they lied. It just never occurred to me (while they were growing up) that I was the one whose pants were often on fire.
My youngest daughter recently shared this memory with me.
She was about 4 or 5 years old, and we were in the grocery store. She recalls arguing with me about something, and eventually, my response to end the argument was "Because I know everything!"
"I believed that for years," Amanda recalls, "until one day you said, 'I don't know,' and I had an 'Aha!' moment. I was probably about 7 or 8 when I realized you had lied."
Fortunately, she thinks the whole thing was pretty funny.
That story was followed by another. She was about 3 or 4 years old, and had a friend over to play.
"She was an angel and I was an owl," Amanda recalls, "and we were hungry and insisted on having angel food and owl food, and you said 'Oh, of course!'"
She doesn't remember what I fed them, but they were satisfied it was angel food and owl food.
As we strolled down Memory Lane, I remembered another little fib.
Blessed with an overactive imagination, Amanda insisted her room was full of monsters. I got a can of air freshener, covered it with decorative p