Little white lies
I have this repetitive fib I tell my daughter. It happens whenever she has to be somewhere at an appointed time. I always tell her we have to leave 15 minutes earlier than we actually do.
She is a teenager which makes her half human, half mattress so the first hurdle is peeling her off the sheets.
She is a ‘she’ so the second obstacle is around getting her slap on photo-genetically perfect.
Then there is the ordeal of the perfect outfit, that she wants an opinion on (Whahhh! Don’t ask me!...Whatever I say will be the wrong answer)
Do you have a dirty, but harmless white lie you continue to tell?
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