Hey, look, it's a Wolf!

This blog isn't about Team Jacob, or Monroe from Grimm. Not even the wolf  in sheep's clothing, although brand names are being accepted.

This blog is about the proverbial wolf. The wolf that turns your sweet, dewy faced, cherubic off-spring into Pinocchio.  Yes, that wolf.

Today my son had to sit alone at his desk while his classmates participated in fun games. He did nothing to deserve this punishment. He cried a little.
My husband was angry at his teachers ridiculous method of punishment. I was irate.

We were going to call the school and request a meeting.
Then Pinocchio told his father he was only joking. His day was just fine, he was able to engage in all kinds of fun times at school.  He even got to take the attendance to the office.
The joyful fruit of my womb is a very accomplished tale teller. 
 He's just 6.5 years old.

Thus began my sons indoctrination into Aesops Fables. Leading with a shouty version of The Boy Who Cried Wolf.
This morning, I scoured the web for information on why kids do this. The lies are exasperating and annoying, yet seemingly a normal step in their development. Does this mean we parents should grin and bear it? Not at all. While a crucial step in social awareness, we are right to call them on it. However please be a little less rage-filled than we were.

Read this article  by Juliette Guilbert of Parenting Magazine . It sure shed some light on what I call the Pinocchio phenomenon.

What whoppers have your darlings told? How did you deal with it?