Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

Remember when you were a kid and you’d lie about something small. I’d be called in from playing outside and my mother would ask, Have you  washed your hands?  I’d look down at my pink palms just before dinner was about to be served. They didn’t look dirty. I wanted to sit down at theContinue reading “Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire”