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Making the Little Lies Count Restaurant Tactics from the Lively Little Campers I have always been on the fence about the whole lying to your kids thing. Ive read all the articles and I get all the arguments. I know the experts advise direct and simple truths in the face of all questions. It sounds all good until your 3 year old asks you exactly how the doctor is going to help get baby Wesley out. I figure by the time they are ready for that direct truth, it will be someone else telling it, and Im just fine with that. On the flip side, Ive never been the type of parent to make up stories in order to bypass the daily challenges of toddlerdom. Im not sure why this suddenly changed last weekend, but something came over me. Maybe it was just that I really wanted a wonderful seafood dinner, looking out over the bay as the sun went down, eating scallops and sipping a cold beer. My boys are not terrible in restaurants, but sometimes things can go haywire and someone can wind up under the table...

Monster Jam vs Lively Little Campers Spoiler Alert It wasnt even a contest I have a confession. I was one of those 28 year olds who swore I would never get sucked in to all that kid junk. You know the type--the non-parent who swears they will always be far too cool to play Raffi on loop in the car or stand with their head through the cut out hole of a wooden penguin at the zoo, acting all, yeah, haha,  I really look like a penguin . Im pretty sure I assumed (pre-children) that parents brought their kids to places like Storybook Land because they felt they had to. They were doing their due diligence, punching the clock, setting aside a healthy appreciation of irony, and grinning and bearing it. Then I had kids. I actually remember the first kid thing that we did as a family. My boys were only 7 months old and we took them on a train ride with Santa. Like they cared about Santa. They could have gotten  motion sick, for all I know. But guess what? Jeremy and I had a blast. I unde...