The Truth Comes Out

After church today, Smith came to me, begging and pleading for some computer game time. I had taken this away from him earlier when he threw the first tantrum in the church parking lot as we were trying to rush inside to get there in time for the sacrament. And, the second tantrum began when we were finally seated, about who knows what. So, when he came to me asking for a game, I reminded him of the earlier incidents.

"But Mom. Those were fake tears."