Yes my girl is a liar. Most people would be sad or worried by such a thing. Not me. I read somewhere that the bigger the lie and the younger they start the smarter the child so I am quite pleased. Iz's first fibs came when she was about 14 months old or so. She would hide a toy/ some food/ a phone behind her back and when asked what she was hiding she would transform into a mischievous little pixie and in most innocent tones exclaim 'nothing.' She has since progressed to full blown tales with protagonists and plots. Her latest was a story involving me, a pair of scissors and her dad's backpack. Apparently, in some uncharacteristically mean act I decided to cut the strap of her dad's backpack with a pair of scissors and then to hide my wicked deed I tied it in a knot. I would like to note that I did not do this.. the strap broke under the strain of 10 litres of water. Her improving memory, although great when wanting to locate things she carried off an hour ago, allows her to regale her dad with this story every time she sees the bag. She has also taken to using conversational fillers.. the 'ums' and 'ahs' and 'errs' we use to fill pauses in our speech. Hers are uncommonly long and often leave her gasping for breath at the end of a sentence. I am glad she is putting in the effort though as I am loving my chatty little munchkin.
Mason is taking his time with speaking- or his sister is beating him to it. He makes enough noise, but between a big sister who answers for him, being exposed to several languages as well as sign language and being a boy he has decided to make us wait. Unlike his big sister, who likes to fly into things at full speed he is more cautious. He nibbles and chews, she crams and swallows. He thinks and pauses, she runs and jumps. It is amazing to think that two people with the same parents, the same house, the same jumble of genes can be so different and yet wonderful at the same time.
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