'I found a beautiful pen Mommy,' my youngest son Pete (9) told me on our way to school.
'Is it yellow?' my son Ot (12) interjected.
'No, it's not yellow,' Pete lied, I could see it written all over his face.
Pete and I both remained silent. Because silence is golden.
And sometimes speaking can get you into trouble. Like when you tell people you found a beautiful pen.
Thankfully he seems to have forgotten all about that pen. And I'm not going to jog his memory.