They were lying.
My oldest proved his lying ways (of the last two days) when he tried to tell me that there was a birthday party at school and they had broccoli so he didn't have to eat his broccoli for dinner.
Oldest son: Mommy, we had a birthday party at school today and there were cupcakes, cookies, and broccoli. So, I've already had my broccoli for the day so I don't think I need to eat this broccoli at dinner.
Me: Oh, really? Well, I'll be sure to talk to Mrs. Warner and thank her and the mommy that brought it for serving such a nutritious snack.
Oldest son: Oh. Wait. I'm not sure if we had broccoli. I can't remember now.
Me: Well, you better tell me the truth because I'm going to ask Mrs. Warner tomorrow and if you're lying, you're going to get in bigger trouble than if you just told me the truth right now.
Oldest son: So if I tell you right now, I won't get in trouble?
Me: Oh, you'll still get in trouble, but you'll be in bigger trouble for not telling me the truth until later.
Oldest son: I don't think we had broccoli, Mom.
Which led to another conversation about the stinkin' ice cream cones.
Me: Who ate the ice cream cones, son?
Oldest: Hannah did, Mom.
Me: Remember what we just talked about? You better be telling me the truth. I will find out eventually.
Oldest: Luke and Hannah did it.
Me: Did you have one, too? (Insert evil eye glare, here.)
Oldest: Yes, Mom.
Needless to say, they lost the privilege of going to the first night of Explorer's (Awana's equivalent) and they had to go to bed right after dinner. No playing with Daddy, no tv shows, and no friends.
We'll see how that works out for us.
The worst part is that I feel awful for having lying kids. Like I'm doing a rotten job.
I'm sorry that I can't teach them everything they need to know about life before they need to know it. I'm only kind of sorry that they have to suffer the consequences for bad decisions.
I'm sorry that they are evil reprobates. (Just ask John McArthur).
I'm sorry that Eve ate that darn apple.
Eve better be sorry, too, dang it!!!!
I'm sorry they are born with a sinful nature.
I'm so thankful they have a Savior.
Oh, Lord...someday, they'll know.
Grace, grace, grace, grace....it's my new mantra.