Truth...Or Dare

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There is truth in wine and children.
- Plato
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Sorry, I've been away for a while.  As I had a few spare minutes and sat down on the couch with my laptop tonight, Maddie said, "Whatcha gonna do mom?  Write your blog?" 

"Yep Maddie," I said.  "What should the topic be tonight?  Any requests from my family?"  Dad and Maddie both shrugged.  As if I were really a human request line and my family was just dying for me to write about something in particular.  I'm sure Aaron was just secretly hoping he would not be the topic. 

As I waited for my laptop to fire up, Madison was showing me her math homework.  I'm really not sure how this conversation even got started.   

"Mom and dad," she said.  "Remember when I was downstairs with Megan and Gretchen and Andrew and we were playing?  And...I can't believe I'm going to tell you this...but I did something crazy."  I felt myself actually gripping the couch because I wasn't sure what was coming next.  "Well, we were playing truth or dare and I picked dare so I showed everyone my butt." 

With as much calmness as I could muster because I could sense daddy giving me that "huh" look from across the room I asked, "So you showed all of them your butt?"

"I pulled down my pants and showed them my butt," she said rather matter of factly.  "I said I wanted to do dare and that's what I got.  Andrew hid in the bathroom, cause he didn't want to see it."  

OK, I think I have some explaining to do.  Over Christmas at my mom and dad's, Gretchen, Megan and Andrew (all Madison's cousins) perhaps got a little bored.  So, they played a game of truth or dare, on Megan's iPod touch of course!  Sheesh, how did we get along when we played it all made up by ourselves?  I honestly didn't worry much knowing they were playing this game because I was certain Megan would not allow anyone to do anything she herself would not do.  Although I will admit, I can't see Megan showing anyone her butt.  But hey, my kid was all for it. 

So, long story short, apparently in the random dares came one to show your butt, which my 6 year old took all a bit too heartily.  Thank goodness Andrew had the sense to hide in the bathroom.  Now, I'm slightly wondering what really went on in the game but I'm fairly sure I got the most exciting part.   

And with that, I had my blog topic! 

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