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Friends and fibbers

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Mommy, BFF’s been lying to me, Big Guy said last night. He doesn’t really have a brother.

I had suspected as much for months.

In the fall, the “brother” was a teen-ager who’d left a few weeks earlier to visit the grandparents in New York because the brother didn’t like the desert.

Recently, the “brother” was a preschooler – that’s why we sometimes saw Thomas toys in BFF’s living room.

The biggest give-away, to the adult mind at least, was that BFF’s family has a two-bedroom house. Those things are tiny. No family that’s eligible for larger quarters is going to voluntarily shoe-horn itself into such a small home.

Big Guy had been clueless before the confession, though. And now he was crushed.

He’d proclaimed BFF “the greatest friend on Earth,” and it’s a deserving title. A reserved child with a sweet face and an even sweeter heart, BFF quickly offered to trade Batman toys when Big Guy lost his favorite. He collects Pirates of the Caribbean pins from a machine at the Laundromat and saves the Jack Sparrow ones for Big Guy.

I can only imagine how his tiny soul had been overburdened with the weight of carrying what no doubt started out as an innocent childish tale.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it as a lie,” I said. “I’m sure it started out as a story he wished were true because so many other kids at school have brothers. You do, and BFF wants to be like you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like my brother. Can I give him to BFF?” Big Guy asked.

“Sorry, we’re keeping him.”

“Why did BFF keep lying?” Big Guy asked.

“Well, that’s the problem with lying. Once people start telling lies, they tend to keep adding to them. Then one day you just can’t keep them straight anymore and you have to tell the truth.”

It was tricky ground, explaining why some people are dishonest without sounding like I’m OK with it. I’m not, and that’s something I’ve tried to teach the guys from the time they were old enough to understand. Still there are lies and then there are lies. It’s difficult, though, to define the difference for a 6-year-old.

Not all lies are because someone’s trying to be mean, I told Big Guy. Sometimes people tell stories because they want people to think they have cool things that they really don’t, I said, thinking of a business school dropout we know who claims to have a college degree. They think the lie makes them sound more impressive.

Big Guy shook his head. He could not fathom why anyone who would want a brother, much less think having one was impressive.

In the end, he still couldn’t understand why BFF invented the story. But he did agree that BFF still is the greatest friend on Earth, even if he did spin one tall tale.

Copyright 2010 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.

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  • DIanne Stone said:

    Oof…what a lesson to learn, but very cool that BG was able to get past it all. I am with him though, brothers are not always what they are cracked up to be LOL

    I love your writing!

  • Debra said:

    Thanks, Dianne! I’m inclined to agree with Big Guy about the ickiness of brothers, too. I just can’t agree out loud, or else he’d figure out a way to offer Boots up on eBay.