Little white lies

I recently admitted that while a collage freshmen I learned for the first time that those pains I always got in my shins were not growing pains, but in fact shin splits. All those years of pain were in vain I was not getting any taller. When I realized the truth I was appalled that my mom could have lied to me. I was so innocent, so naive, so easily persuaded. I vowed I would never put my children through such horror. My kids were not going to wake up one day and find that I had lied to them, and then I had kids. I do not tell them watermelon seeds are going to grow in their bellies or that the boggie man is going to come if they are naughty, but I must admit I have used the white lie tactic once or twice. Santa worked wonders at stopping any bad behavior from a two year old. My most recent offense involves growing pains of a different kind. Sophia is well under average for weight and she is dropping lower at every appointment. We have been trying for months to help this little girl grow. The doctor has suggested we give her pediasure in hopes of putting some weight on her. She does not particularly like the stuff, (can't say I blame her it is rather chalky stuff), so I will pretend to drink it and love it. She, being the child that she is, will then beg for the straw and drink half the bottle. What can I say sometimes deception works. So while I do not condone lying in anyway, was it really that awful that I never complained of growing pains because I thought my bones were stretching and a few extra inches were worth the pain.