When Honesty is Not the Best Policy

The girls and I had just walked home from a trip to the pond to feed the turtles, when I heard Nina shrieking with excitement. I went over to the steps at the front of our house to see what all the commotion was about, and I saw this dead chipmunk laying by the steps. Nina was excitedly motioning and whispering for me to come over, all the while telling me to be quiet to not wake up the sleeping chipmunk. She was so excited it was there. She ran into the garage and got her new umbrella and set it next to the chipmunk because she wanted it to be in the shade while it was "napping." She told me that she thought the little chipmunk had picked our house to take a nap at because he might be making this his new home. I didn't have the heart to tell her that our home was actually the little chipmunk's final resting place.

Of course this happens while Mark is at a function for work, so I had to find a way to distract the kids in the house while I ran out with gloves on and bagged the dead chipmunk. Nina asked me about it later, and I told her the chipmunk wasn't there anymore and that he must have woken up from his nap and ran on to his home. This is definitely one of those situations where I determined honesty to not be the best policy.