Little White Lies

I find that as Cole gets older, the more little white lies I tell. For example, tonight Cole noticed a dead bug outline in the glass of the ceiling fan in his room. "Mommy! Bug!", he says. Any and all insects must be eradicated immediately if they are spotted by Cole. Knowing this, and it being bedtime, and not wanting to drag out a ladder to rid the ceiling fan of the corpus delecti, I said, "That's not a bug, it's dirt, I'll clean it tomorrow". I'm not so sure he believed me, as he kept eyeing the fan suspiciously, but it must have been a sufficient enough explanation because he allowed me to finish tucking him in and kiss him good night. Now I will have to figure out how to clean the ceiling fan light without him seeing a bug carcass and only dirt, as he will almost certainly remember that it's there. Serves me right for being a "liar, liar, pants on fire".