The Little Dude, now four years old, has become a handy little liar; a straight-up, bald-faced, pants on fire fibber. Actually, that's selling him short, he's damn convincing.
The lies often revolve around hygiene, claiming to, but not having, washed hands and brushed teeth. Other times it is blaming Squeaker (15 months) for things such as losing his shoes. He has Athena fooled most of the time but I like to think that I catch him out a little more often.