Lying is a key part of parenting. Of marriage. Of life.
Think I’m wrong? The the next time your child asks you how Santa Claus gets down the chimney, let me know how the truth goes over. Hate how your husband spends all Sunday watching football? Why don’t you let him know. Think your boss is a raging idiot who conned his way into his position despite the fact he doesn’t know the first thing about being a good manager? Yeah. Put that in your next memo. Continue Reading →