My Daughter LIED to me! (part 1)

I was the one that told my mom a lie one time. Well, actually I didn't tell a lie, I just didn't tell my mom it happened. I stuck a glass in the cabinet and it fell and I just left it in there. I knew it fell and that it had broken but I didn't say anything. I was about 11 or 12 I guess and I just thought I would get into trouble. I didn't break the glass on purpose. It just fell off the shelf when I was trying to put it up there and it hit the cabinet door when I closed it and I could hear it break in pieces. I was kinda short so I couldn't reach the shelf real good so I only sat it up there like half way and I guess that's why it fell into the cabinet door when I slammed it shut. So then hours later my mom came in there to get a glass to get something to drink and when she opened up the cabinet all these pieces came flying out. She screamed but she didn't get cut. I felt so bad I went in there crying and told her I did it and I was scared I would get in trouble so that's why I didn't tell her. I felt so bad after that because she could have gotten hurt.

I'm new to this site and I was checking things out. I had to write when I saw this blog, it made me smile to think of my poor single dad raising two girls on his own. He was so out of his relm it was crazy. Me and my sister used to always tell he we couldn't....because as he named it, it was "girl time"! LOL We would get out of so much stuff with that excuse, I feel bad now being a parent now, but it's still funny to think about the look on his face at the mention of "girl time" like he would do anything to run from the conversation!!! :)

hi grandpa bob... i don't have a child yet... but i can still remember the small lies that i tell my parents when i am young... i always tell my parents that i have finished my homework and study for the test just to be able to watch television or play with my neighbours while in fact i haven't... so when the bedtime comes, i have to sneak doing my homework in the dark... :-) i am too afraid to switch on the light and let my parents know that i am still doing my homework... fortunately, i didn't sleep with my parents and my brother is very co-operative with me... :-)

Haha, that's cute (dancing with a lamp, broke it, and afraid of telling parents). Well I'm not yet an adult and I'm not really a kid. I have done much worse things and lied to my parents about it. When I was 11, I received my first computer. I remember that period of time when I was so addicted to MMORPGs. I used to play, and when my parents came into the room, I'd switch it to some complicated looking website... I doubt my parents ever found out, but that is something I'll always have to hide away from them and understand the time I've wasted. It is and will always be a big burden. Anywho, that's my weird story, happy posting everyone :)

...Sure can remember the first time one of my kids lied to me. My daughter had cut her hair. She was only about 4 years old and she blamed it on her brother, who was about 3. I was so mad, I sent them both to their rooms. ...After calming myself down, it is only hair and will grow back, I went and talked to my son. He told me he didn't do it, she had cut it herself. I had to appologize and explain I had made a mistake punishing him. ...Then I had to deal with my daughter for cutting her hair and lying to me. It was a learning experience for all of us. ...Thanks for the thread, Papa Bob! Have agreat daya nd peace be with you. =(^;^)= Della

Hi I just started on this site and was checking things out, I saw your blog, and I had to say it made me smile. And feel a little guilty, I was raised by my dad he was single and out numbered by me and my sister. If I had a dollar for every time we used the "girl time"-as he called it-excuse on him I would be rich! We got out of so many things using that excuse, I feel bad now. But it's funny to picture his face just the mention of "girl time" and he would do anything to get out of the conversation!! lol:)

...well a gal's gotta find a dance partner where she can ya know.. - I can't think of any humorous tales to tell.. I'm sure there's plenty.. besides the tales of my two children when they were little.. the all too familiar "he started it" and "no she started it.." - Come to think of it, they still sorta do that!

Well yes, I do remember you all were supposed to be on an apple-picking spree over the weekend. Hope you’ve picked enough to last the year ha ha ha. Now coming to the topic, there are many occasions when my son (8yrs) lies to me. He get caught, makes a sorry face with tears swelling up (oh so innocent, you know what I mean) and then I chide him gently saying that I expected him to say the truth and therein the matter ends. No funny tales as of now and one reason for that I think is that we are still in the present while your daughter’s incident is in the past and its easier for us to laugh at our past follies than our present mistakes.

Well, thats good that your daughter finally admitted the truth. This means that she was always bothered by telling you a lie, & wanted to get it off her chest. My step son, nearly 14 years, always lies. He lies to us, his mum & the Police. I don't think he will change. I give up! Thios is nothing like your daughter I realise, it's just that kids telling lies, just evoked some bad things in my brain.

GARAND BOB;- "Okay questions first out of the chute. Have you ever had a child of yours lie to you to avoid the blame and or punishment they would recieve for their actions?". MICHAEL:- I will said she "lied" after I got the concrete proved. ********** GARAND BOB;- "Or have you as a child ever lied as is described in this discussion? MICHAEL:- YES, sometime to my parents for my good sake. ********** GARAND BOB;- "I had this happen before. My daughter, her husband, and my grandsons were over most the day Sunday. After we picked all the apples and sat around we started to chat. Now my daughter reveals a lie she told me many years ago." MICHAEL:- whoa!!! what a good and sincere daughter that you had!!! ********** GARAND BOB;- "I had a really nice floor lamp with 5 gooseneck fixtures. It was less than a week old. Well I got home one night and it was lying on the floor broken. I asked about it and my daughter said our cat at the time had knocked iot over and it broke. So be it. MICHAEL:- And again, who!!!!what a good alibi...it's safe!!! Yeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaa!!! ********** GARAND BOB;- "I bought another and that was the end. Until Sunday afternoon that is. She finally admitted her lie to me. Seems she was being really silly and was dancing with the lamp. Yes like a drunk would but she didn't say she was drunk. HAHAHA. Least I hope she wasn't drunk." MICHAEL:- Hopefully not. God Bless!!!!!!! ********** GARAND BOB;- "The lamp fell from her dancing grasp falling down and breaking it. So she sets a pillow on the floor knocking it down breaking it further. removed the pillow and made it look like an accident.". MICHAEL:- whoa!!!what a smart electrifying brain...like "X-file" movies. Peeeeeee WiiiiiiiTTT!!! ********** GARAND BOB;- "She lied she says to avoid the embarrasement of dancing with a lamp. Now that was hilarious to me. Share your funny tales of when your child or someone else lied to hide the wrong doing or embarrasing moments. Thanks in advance." MICHAEL:- My story of mine. I lied to my father that my school teacher not yet given the school's student assessment book after an examination(report card). In fact I had received it and to avoid by father's "blow" on me because got no. 36 in a row of 40 student in my class(normally I'm 10/40), I had managed copied my father's signature and put an acting parent's comment as a confirmation of parent reception. And I submitted that report card back to my Class Teacher without my father's consent. On the next week, my father noticed my "stupid" practice...what else, Garandpa Bob?...Fuuuuuu!!! Yoooooooo!!what a terrible moment that I had....all things flying above my head...the only thing was, fortunately he does not tear the sky and put on me...!!! He authoritatively doesn't give me money for school almost in a month as punishment.!!!!damn!!!bad!!! ********** GARAND BOB;- "The hpoto attatched is the same lamp that I had to replace I think. My daughter will let me know if it's not anyhow. MICHAEL:- Thanks for sharing that photo. Salute!!!!. And your daughter is a smart anyhow. ********** GOOD LUCK TO YOU, GRANDPA BOB!!!!!

When I was 17 I was driving my moms car in the snow. There were cars parked on either side of a really narrow street and I *thought* I was far enough to the middle but I whacked the passenger mirror on some one else's and the mirror broke out. She didn't believe me but I stuck to my story. I never did admit I lied since she didn't believe me in the first place.

So far my kids haven't fessed up except once and that was far from funny. I remember when I was little, I did a stupid thing then covered up making myself look even stupider. I was about 12 or 13 and my father and I often got into arguments over everything. One night, we argued over something and I stormed out of the front door. When I did, I slammed the door for effect. (Which is lame since he was deaf and had been since he was in his early 20's). Anyway, when I slammed the door, I busted the glass window by mistake. I freaked. He woulda KILLED me if he knew, I thought. I picked up the glass trying to figure out if I could fix it or hide it or something. Then a thought hit me. I ran to where my mom kept her makeup and put her red lipstick all over mt face. The idea here was that if my father thought I was bleeding from the broken glass, he wouldn't be mad. I mean how could he be if I was all cut up on face, right? So I slathered on the lipstick and ran down to the door and screamed. Our dog was trained to go get my dad when something like that happened (If the kids screamed or other emergences happened since my father couldn't hear us yell to him). My father came running to where I was and stood on the top of the five steps going to the door. I stood there with lipstick all over my face and a piece of glass in my hand. "I'm bleeding all over!" I said to him. He looked at me for a minute and I waited holding my breath. Then he started to LAUGH AT ME! He told me to go wash that junk off my face and get away from the glass before I really was bleeding. And, oh, don't slam the door again or I would be punished for 10 years. I felt like a goof ball but he wasn't mad and I never did slam the door again. I guess I should have been honest and said I broke the glass but I was really afraid he would punish me. Later he said he knew when he felt the slam (the vibration) that the glass broke and was waiting to see what I came up with as an excuse. I never knew how he would react but that was most unexpected. lol.

When I was 7, I got hold of a razor for the first time. It was my dad's. Now I'm a girl by the way, but something about shaving one's chin in front of the mirror fascinated me. I wanted to know what it felt like. So I did...shave...my chin..without the shaving cream...and hard. Yeow!!! Had to explain the gash. But I was afraid my dad would get mad at me for using his stuff. So I told everyone I fell down while playing. Besides, how embarrasing is it for a girl to say she tried shaving her chin? (I'm hairless there by the way, no freak show here)

being practical its looks every where that children lies to thier parents.having an incident my daughter lied me of just simple thing like pen borrowing ,it lokks similar with all parents that thier children often lies .even when i was child lied to play outside and do things ,but that time i felt happy ,but now iam feeling bad when the same is done by my children

Lololol that is so funny at least she told you the truth eventually lol I haven't got ant tales yet lol mine have not admitted anything yet but I guess there is always time

Hehehe no I was not drunk just being an olson as usual.

This isn't a lie, but a household breakage if that counts? Anyway... When I was young we had a 'wall-unit' Apparently they were fashinable furniture in the 70s or something. This thing took up almost a whole wall of our living room. It comprised all kinds of cupboards and shelves and drawers etc for display and storage purposes. Well, one day when I was about 4 or 5 I wanted something from one of the higher shelves and climbed up to get it. This huge thing wasnt fixed to the wall, so it tipped forward (thankfully not far enough to fall over) and my mothers china coffee set slid off a shelf and broke on the floor. Since the whole thing had wobbled way over, I got a real fright and was just thankful I hadn't wound up underneath 500lbs of wood and ornaments. My mother didn't see it that way! She dragged me upstairs and stamped on my playmobil treehouse, smashing it completely. For years she believed that breaking my toy had taught me a lesson about breaking her ornaments. What actually taught me the lesson was realising what could have happened to me. At least from then, I didn't climb on furniture anymore (well, apart from the sofa!)

Well I don't have any children...yet But I have a little cousin and when he was 3 years old an incident occurred. I happened to be spray painting a lamp base white for my aunt and left the spray paint can next to it so I could come back in a bit to apply the 2nd coat. When I returned, the can was nowhere to be found. As I went in search of the spray can, I encountered little 3 year old Vince sitting on the front stoop with little white finger tips. So I asked..Vince did you see my spray paint can? Vince..No. Me..Are you sure Vince? Vince..No. Me..How did your fingers get all white? Vince..I don't know. Well, I continued to walk around in search of the spray paint. Low and behold I found it...standing in the middle of my aunt's garden in the back yard. Next to the cabbage and peppers all decorated with white streaks and polka dots! Oh Vince didn't stop there. He also decorated the back of the garage. It was so funny, I had to rename him graffiti boy.

Hi Grandpa Bob, Thanks for this interesting discussion, as I love reading things like this. When my daughter was around 6, I was in the kitchen cooking dinner one evening. She came running in from upstairs, and told me that she couldn't get into the bathroom. I abandoned the cooking, and followed her upstairs, only to find the bathroom door locked, with no one inside, and the light on. Upon questioning her, she finally admitted that she'd been wondering what would happen, if she put the lock on the door from the inside and then shut the door. The end result was, of course, that we were locked out of our only bathroom. After trying several things, I ended up phoning our friends, who came and got the door open. She never did this again, oh, and another 'funny' (not) thing, I was just planning on running upstairs to the bathroom, so had to 'cross my legs' for quite some time.:) When I was a child, I was trying to open one of those old freezer doors, on a self defrost fridge, to get some ice cream. The door had a flimsy little knob, and the freezer was in need of defrosting. This job always fell to my overworked mom. As I tugged on the door, the knob (handle) came off in my hand. I told my mom I had no idea how this happened, and tried to blame my younger sister. Several weeks later, I was so overcome with guilt, that I wrote my mom a 'confession note.' I signed the note "Your clumsy elephant daughter." I felt she wouldn't be too upset if I signed it this way,. By this time, having defrosted the fridge, and getting the freezer door open, she found my note funny. She even kept it, and I had it for years, but no longer know where I put it (unfortunately).:)

This is so late I am sorry. I am sitting here laughing because I have a lamp simmular but it is in the cornor and the kids are grown. I do not know if my kids have lied to me or not they have not fessed up to me yet. I did start a collection of statues of old people. I had two sets. My daughter seemed to be able in a course of years kill off three of the four old people. She broke them. I was home so I know it was not the cat. I kept the only surviving old lady and last christmas I gave my daughter the old woman. She did not think it was that funny I sure did and still do. My daughter is married and lives an hour a way. I do not know if she has the old woman now or not but at the time it was funny.