Fibber

Little Ady has a problem. Only she has no idea. She likes to tell whoppers. Fib, if you will. I used to just chalk it up to a wild imagination and great stroytelling. But it's a little more excessive than that. Ady loves to tell stories filled with drama. Major drama.

For example, if she sees a cute little puppy, she will say:

"Momma, look at that cute little puppy. My brand new grandma had a cute little puppy, but it... (dramatic pause) died."

Ady has a story for everything. And somehow it always includes her brand new grandma. Who is that, you ask? No idea.

Last week, while riding in the car, Ady was in full story mode with her brand new grandma as the main character when I realized this brand new grandma character must be her imaginary friend. Her imaginary friend who has been everywhere and done everything. She has gone to the moon, went to the bottom of the ocean and brought her back a seashell, died numerous times and many ways, and had a baby girl named Estela also. This list does go on and on.

I tried to explain the concept of fibbing to Ady. (It's not really lying. At least that's what I'm telling myself.) But she just looked at me and said,"Momma, my brand new grandma used to tell funny stories, but now she just tells the truth."

Hmmmm, we'll see if her brand new grandma can be a better influence.