Its Not me its My Genetic Makeup

I have called my ex-husband a lot of names in the past, my favorite one of course is habitual liar. However, I have come to realize that the pathological liar gene is a sex-linked trait that is dominant on the Y chromosome, and can be passed down to future generations. When did lying to parents become ok? I mean I tell my little white lies: for example, no I am at the grocery store when I am really out shopping, or yes I am on my cycle and it will last for another two weeks. But when did my precious angels figure out that they could get away with lying.

The other day my ex-husband bought my oldest son another video game, to add to his super duper video collection. Of course he decided to show his behind after the money was spent, and was restricted from playing the game until my ex-husband decided to let him play again. Well Dedan wasn't having it that way, and decided that he would wait until everyone was neatly tucked in their beds, before going down and sneaking the video game from momma's purse. I wouldn't have caught on the next day if my son didn't keep telling me about how cool the video game was that his dad bought him the day before. Of course I asked "You sure know a lot about a game that you never played." The car fell silent, and he began to explain to me, that if he would have played the game this is how cool the game would actually be. I got him to admit that he played the game without permission, and he was punished. His father actually surprised me by agreeing in my brutal method for disciplining our son, and added on another day of no video games. I felt great, I felt like we had tag teamed him. I woke up this morning to find two wet beds. I asked one son "did you pee in the bed?" Then I asked the other the same. And of course Dedan responded, "Oh no mom I didn't pee in the bed that is watermelon juice on my pants." So is my son a fibber, or did he really wake up with underwear full of watermelon juice. I guess I can't blame him, its genetic.