“Can I have ice cream”, he asks.
“You already had ice cream today”, I retort.
“No, Dave, I didn’t have any, remember we threw out the pie, so I didn’t have any.”
He looks forlorn, almost pouting.
“But you did, there is a dirty ice cream bowl beside your bed, you did have ice cream today”.
And he grins, big smile full of love, because he knows he is caught. He knows we share the lie.
And I know, exactly — Why the little girls all adore him, and his teachers just want to send him home.