The rain, the bus, the lies.

We hopped on a bus today even though we didn't need to go very far, because it was pouring down.

On our return, my son asked why we weren't getting a bus back and I told him that our bus doesn't go back this way. It was a lie, because I thought we could both do with a walk and he was too tired and moany for the truth.

I told him two more lies today:

He asked me which bird out of the Angry Birds do I like best and I told him the red one. Actually, I hate all of them.

I also told him that I once won a prize for making the best mash potato in England. (He still wouldn't eat it).