I'm not a fan of lying to my kids at all, even when it comes to getting them to eat something.
Beef is beef. Chicken is chicken. And fish is chicken of the sea.
Alright, so I might be a little more willing to play with semantics when it comes to food, but not so much that it'll come up in their therapy session.
"She told me it was chicken and it was really pork. Give me some Xanax."
However, my husband is like freakin' Honest Abe with this whole "lying by omission is still lying."
"Here's a pear, son. It's a little damaged and bruised on the side."
Watch out. Pear. Incoming. At your head.
I call it "yummy vegetables" which means they will get eaten. He calls them "broccoli with stems that are kind of tough" and they get left on the plate.
So yesterday he offered my kids frozen yogurt, but they wanted the ice cream. My son adamantly refused the frozen yogurt, which to a 3 year old looks and tastes the same as ice cream but because it sounds like the stuff he gets for a snack which to him is clearly not dessert, he didn't want it.
As my son was flipping out and my husband was about to toss "the frozen yogurt that I will insist on calling frozen yogurt because that's what it is even though it's pretty much ice cream" out into the sink, I pulled him aside and told him to pull it out of the freezer again and call it "ice cream."
He looked like I was asking him to lie on the stand.
But he obliged me, and said something like "Here you go" so as to not actually call it "ice cream," and my son ate the entire thing without coming up for air.
My husband looked at me suspiciously.
"Don't worry, dear. I'd never lie about, um, that."