Between "pick your battles" and "striving for some level of autonomy" let it, um, lie seems reasonable.

The only experience I have with a seriously lying kid is when I was a camp counselor. He was 13 or 14 and was lying CONSTANTLY and the biggest problem was that is was causing real animosity with the other kids.

So the kids, who were sweet kids, came to the counselors about it. We talked it over for a while and decided that he didn't really LIKE lieing any more than we liked being lied to. So when "Jimmy" would lie we all agreed to respond, without any anger, "Is that true, Jimmy?" and more often than not he'd cop to the lie right there and it was done. A couple of times he was telling the truth and they took him at his word. He pretty quickly laid off the lying and the kids pretty quickly started liking him better and including him more.

So here is the part where it might have some bearing on the situation at hand...

At the end of the two weeks when his Mother came to pick him up we took her aside to let her know what had happened. She was glad we did because it turned out that Jimmy had been adopted at four. Before that he had been horribly neglected and abused WHO knows how and when she got him he was something like feral. He couldn't or wouldn't speak or make eye contact, he flew into rages, the works. In the ten years that Jimmy had parents they'd worked and loved him very hard and he really had thrived. He had caught up in school, he was making friends. He was basically a healthy and happy kid.

The lying was actually something he had progressed beyond some time before. He regressed somewhat in the new situation. He was anxious and was trying to impress the kids. Turns out the tactic we'd gone with, just calling him out calmly, was one of the things they had done to help him get over it initially.

So my completely unscientific thinking would be to call him out gently. "Is that a lie?" I doubt it'll work in a week (since it certainly took longer with Jimmy the first time) but it might start to free him up since he might not like lieing any more than you like being lied to.

msbelle, I think that's a perfectly good way to handle it. It's acknowledging that you know he's not telling the truth about it but since it's not a huge deal (and doesn't affect a grade) maybe he'll be comfortable when he realizes he doesn't have to lie about it. That's a big step, right there.

Cashmere - insent in a sec.

and everyone, thanks for the ears and ideas.

Msbelle, everyone else gave good advice. I just wanted to say I wish I could help in any way

I saw a driving school today called the "Jesus saves driving." it even had a Mary-in-a-bathtub painted on the side. Wild!

To add to the drama, one of the high-profile arrestees was a beloved doctor in the small town, and he committed suicde the day after his arrest. Then another suspect committed suicide two days later.

Sounds suspiciously curse like to me.

I went to the doctor today. It was supposed to be a relatively quick appointment -- look at blood test results, adjust meds if needed, make another appointment for six months from now.

Well, I got called in right around my appointment time. Height, weight, blood pressure, and so on. Then the nurse left and told me that he'd tell the doctor I was ready. It was then an hour until the doctor actually came in. And then he checked the computer, and my blood test results weren't there. Most likely, they got coded wrong, so I've got to call the place where I had the tests done and ask them to find them and fax them to the doctor.

That was a complete waste of an afternoon.

(And what's up with her name? I wouldn't be able to say it aloud without adding "de Paul Society")

Her real name is Annie Clark.

Ugh. Emmett did something Shitty at camp today and there will be a Talk with both his mother and me tonight, and a (very unhappy making for him) Consequence.

He's been all giddy with summer happiness the last three weeks but now it will be crushed under the shiny boot of doom.

I don't like to be the boot, but boot I must.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes!

For my birthday, I got cramps, a hellacious drive to the UPS depot, new shoes and a very busy day.

Thanks to Jilli I find myself lusting after Fluevogs, and shoes purchased on sale. Am now contemplating either these or these.