I LOVEEEEE the way four year olds lie - and I am not being the least bit sarcastic when I say that. I honestly and for true love the way a four year old lies.

The way they truly COMMIT to the lie and believe it with every fibre of their being. It doesn’t matter that their version of events is truly preposterous and no one believes them, once they have given their version of events they are sticking to it no matter what.

For example this evening I heard the ‘locked’ back screen door swing open and bang shut. I knew I had locked it because it had started to rain and it was the only way I could keep Usurper inside. It was just after dinner and I had was beginning to run the bath when I heard the squeals of laughter from outside.

I got up headed to the kitchen and found the eldest holding the door open and instructing Usurper on how to best run around in the rain and which puddles to jump in.

When confronted with a simple query of ‘Why did you unlock the door and let Usurper out?’ the following exchange took place:

Little Miss: ‘I am just trying to get her back in!’

Me: ‘I heard you telling her to jump in the puddles’

Little Miss: ‘No I wasn’t, I was telling her NOT to jump on the puddles’

Me: ‘Ok. But why did you let her out?’

Little Miss: ‘I didn’t. Usurper did it’

Me: ‘I know it was you, Usurper can’t reach the door or do the lock’

Little Miss: ‘Yes she can. I’m a good girl, I wasn’t doing anything, It was Usurper, I am not a liar, I hate you………….’

Never give in, Never give up, Never admit to a lie - that’s the 4 year old way!