Sauced In New York Sometimes the food is in the sauce, sometimes we are
Kids got it right somehow.
Don’t you wish you could call someone out with that line, “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” It would be so much easier than the adult-appropriate manner of handling lying, either through calmly confronting the person, or presenting evidence of the lie to a supervisor. There is more joy in the pants on fire version. And those pants on fire also offer the opportunity to move on after calling out the liar, just like kids do every day on the playground.
It’s like sticking your tongue out at someone.
Immediate. There you go. Off my chest. Let’s go play.
How about making up the rules to a game as you go along? When you play SPUD, do you adhere to Monday’s rules? Or if it better serves you (and worse serves your annoying little brother), how about we go back to Friday’s rules?
Ally, ally, in come free! Game over and you did not get caught!
Apparently we had that one VERY wrong growing up, as Wikipedia lists its history as being Olly olly oxen free.
The political-correctness pendulum has swung too far. It’s time to go back and say things as we sees them. Call someone out and move on.
Be called out and move on. Now that might be the more difficult end of the deal….
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to just say to someone, “Really? That’s not true.” The Irish in me appreciates embellishing a story, but straight up misrepresentation of the truth is not acceptable.