*After catching you in a lie about who poured water all over the bathroom:
Me: Cookie, you have to tell the truth, ok? You can’t say something that didn’t happen.
Me: If you did it, you must tell Mommy and Daddy you did it.
*Later that day:
Me: What is that smell?
Cookie: I did it! I farted!
Me: *gag* Ok, Cookie. Good job telling the truth.
Cookie: The truth is funny! I farted!
Mommy: Why is she proud of her farts? What did you teach her?
The consequences of teaching you to tell the truth is that now, two years later, you really are proud of your farts. At your aunt’s wedding, you wowed everyone by flawlessly switching between your four languages, answering different people in the language of the questions asked. While they were congratulating you, you raised both hands to stop everyone. In a dead serious tone, you proudly announced that you spoke another language, whereupon you, in your little flower girl dress, turned around, raised your butt, and let one fly.