This morning, The first graders were sharing what they did over Spring Break. They stood up one by one in front of their friends and told their favorite part. There were lots of stories about going to the zoo, the science museum, and the amusement park.
One boy stood up and said that he and his family drove to Mexico to visit his grandparents. He was beaming and obviously very proud. I didn't think much of it until I ran into his older brother (who's in fifth grade).
"Hey 'Jim', how was Mexico?" I asked him.
"Mexico? I didn't go to Mexico."
"But your little brother said you all went down there to visit your grandparents!"
"No we drove to Houston to visit them. I just told him for fun that we were driving to Mexico."
I guess what are older brothers for, if not to prey on the gullibility of younger siblings?!