We had some friends stop in, and during the course of conversation the mother turned to Sunbeam and asked her what grade she is in.
I could almost see the wheels churning in her head as she paused for a moment before saying "4th grade." Later Sunbeam and I were talking and she was telling me how she dislikes when people ask her what grade she is in during the summer, because she's between two grades and she feels like she isn't being honest whether she says the grade she finished or the one she is ready for.
I can certainly understand how she feels, because I used to feel the same way when I was a little girl. There were numerous times when I was accused of lying, when people simply didn't stop to hear how I came to my answer.
One instance in particular that stands out in my memory as the perfect example was when I was in first grade and while we were eating lunch at school everyone was sharing what they had for supper the previous evening. When it was my turn I happily told them we had potatoes, meat, and fresh sweetcorn.
"Was the corn from your garden?" the teacher asked.
I cheerfully told them it was. I had helped get the corn ready for canning and knew all the corn we had, had come from our garden.
What followed was not pretty, the teacher sought out a fitting punishment for the lie I had just told. My cousin went home and told her mother what a liar I was, because it was the middle of the winter and there was no way to have fresh corn. Her mother of-course was very concerned with the amount of "lies" I was telling and informed my Mom what a naughty little girl she had, which in turn brought me to a dreaded talk.
To me the corn was fresh, we had opened a new can that night. Leftovers were no longer fresh and would be served the next day often fried in little fritters or in a casserole. To this day I still don't think I told a lie that day, there was simply a misunderstanding.
I try to keep this in mind with my own children and truly understand what they are trying to say before accusing them of telling lies.