Is honesty always the best policy?

I've been reading a Jodi Picoult book. There is a picture of Jodi on the back of the book. Amilia saw this picture and stated that my picture was on the back of the book. I looked at the picture and could see how Amilia, at a quick glance, would think it was a picture of me. Jodi and I have one thing in common. The Hair. Other than that, we really look nothing alike. So I tried to tell Amilia that although the hair was the same, it was not me. She kept insisting that it was. (She's VERY determined....) I told her again that, no, it was Jodi, not Mommy. I was really into the novel at the time, so in order to get Amilia off my back so I could continue reading I asked her to get her crayons and then she could draw a picture of me. She liked the idea (SHOCKING in itself!) and got right on it. I looked over and noticed that she had drawn a big circle. "What's that?" I asked. "Oh, that's your big tummy." Nice. Thanks a lot! The honesty of kids.

Then there was an incident the other night that made me re-evaluate my success as a mother. I was reading a Princess magazine to her and we were really getting in to "The little mermaid." Amilia, of course, was Ariel. (I have another story about her being Ariel in the bathtub, by the way, but I'll save it for a later blog entry). I asked her who I could be. "Maybe one of the sisters?" I suggested. "No, Mommy, you're her!" she said without blinking or thinking twice, pointing to Ursula, the sea witch. Now, is that the honesty of kids? I choose to belive that it's the imagination of kids. I refuse to be compared to Ursula the sea witch! I'm a good girl, I am!