Thursday, July 1, 2010
July is birthday month for the nation and most of the people in my household--me, my husband and my eldest child. We all fall within 5 days of each other. If I expand that to 14 days, I include my father. Maybe that's why we all get along so well. But when I was in preschool, July birthdays sucked. Our teacher used to draw a picture of a birthday cake on the board and then the lucky student had their mother bring cupcakes.
Well, not wanting to be left out, I proudly proclaimed my birthday during the school year. (It's been awhile since said incident and I don't recall the story I made up or when I declared my birthday.) But my mother was not pleased with my fib. Oh, she played along with my mischief, but I got a good lecture when I got home. That ended my fibbing career. Facing mother's wrath wasn't something I wanted to do again.
Maybe, that's why I make up stories as an adult.
Posted by Leann Harris at 8:00 AM