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That Time I Called My Kid a Liar & a Thief

So! How was your weekend? Did you spend it swimming, cooking out with family and enjoying the first days of summer? Or did you accuse your children of stealing, call them liars and make them cry?

Yeah. Me, too.

We were just getting ready to head out for some swimsuit shopping when I realized that my engagement ring and wedding band weren’t on my ring stand. I tried not to panic, but instead checked every possible place I could’ve placed them: soap dish in the bathroom, jewelry box, desk, nightstand, kitchen windowsill. Every time I came up empty-handed, I got a little more anxious.

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My heart was starting to hammer, and my stomach felt like someone had dropped an anvil in it. I felt like my middle school, goody two-shoes self when I realized I left my homework in my locker right as the teacher was asking us to turn it in. Except this time my homework cost several grand and had sentimental value beyond belief.

“Hey guys, come in here please!” I said to my 4-year-old stepson, Trey and my 6-year-old stepdaughter, Chloe, as I pushed my dresser out from the wall. “Did anyone see my rings on this little ring stand?” I asked, showing it to them. “I had both of my rings on here and now they’re gone.”

“I didn’t touch them,” Chloe said, both hands in the air.

Trey, however, cast his eyes down and whispered, “I’m really sorry, Sammy. I don’t know what I did with them.”

HELLO PANIC. For the next 15 minutes, I battled with Trey’s inability to focus as he blabbered on about where he put my rings. “Um, I had them and then I went outside and then I got on the tractor with Paw Paw and went to see the horses and then I just didn’t have them anymore. Oh! Maybe I put them in this laundry basket? I think I stuck them in a drawer and then they maybe fell out. Did you know I’m going to start baseball soon? I’m a real good baseball player. Maybe your rings are in the toilet…”

After a while, I realized that Trey didn’t take the rings. Every time I asked him, “Did you pick them up?” he would shake his head and say no, but then proceed to tell me about what he “might have done with them.” I decided that, in his 4-year-old mind, telling me what he did with them and telling me he was sorry he lost them, was really his way of telling me he didn’t know what I had done with them.

Our sweet girl has had a terrible habit of lying to us lately.

So, naturally, I moved on to Chloe. Our sweet girl has had a terrible habit of lying to us lately, so when she denied over and over again that she even saw my rings, I started to get suspicious. Especially when the loose change I had sitting right next to my jewelry box was in her tiny purse and the Polly Pocket toys she had left on my dresser were also missing. Obviously, she had been in my room and within a centimeter of my rings.

“I promise you, I won’t be mad if you took them. I just really need to find them,” I told her as she cried.

“I didn’t do it! I swear! Why doesn’t anyone EVER BELIEVE ME!?”

“Well, if you didn’t LIE TO US ALL OF THE TIME, maybe we would BELIEVE YOU,” I shouted at her as she sobbed on the couch.

Golden parenting moment, y’all.

At this point, I had texted my husband, and he was furious. The thing was, even though the evidence was stacking up against Chloe, I couldn’t imagine her taking my rings. I was trying very hard to keep my cool, but the longer I went without my rings, the angrier I became.

I told both of them we weren’t leaving the house until I found those rings. I told them that SOMEONE in this house was LYING because rings don’t just walk away. I told them that daddy was going to be very, very angry when he got home, and they needed to tell me what they did with them NOW.

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But then, an hour after the search started, Chloe looked at me all sniffly and red-eyed and said, “Sammy, why don’t you check your pockets?”

I tried very hard not to roll my eyes while I half-heartedly dug in my jeans, “Really, Chloe? I seriously doubt my rings are in my…”

Yeah. I found them in my pocket.

I immediately pulled them out to show Chloe and she started laughing. I swooped her up into a hug and gave her a thousand kisses. “I am so, so sorry I accused you of taking them, Chloe. I am so sorry I made you cry and that I called you a liar. Do you forgive me?”

She nodded yes and later said, “Sammy, I love you … even if you’re scatter-brained and forget everything.”

Oh, boy. Have you ever wrongfully accused your children of something? Did you feel as awful as I did (and still do) when you learned the truth?

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