A Good Lie

As you can see from the pic at the top of the blog, Jack's nose is cut and bruised. He looks like he lost a boxing match... lost it bad. Considering his big bro is Rocky, I have my suspicions. The day it happened, I was doing major housecleaning with the world's loudest vacuum, commonly referred to as "the cyclone." It emits a shrieking roar at such a volume to strike fear in the hearts of even the bravest of children. Jack and Rocky were playing in their room (cowering in fear more likely). When they reappeared, Jack's nose was cut, puffy and deeply bruised, but he seemed unaware of it as he was not crying. I was perplexed. So I asked Rocky what happened. He explained in great detail how Jack had lunged at Rocky's miniature wooden chair thrusting his head into the edge. I might have believed it except that the story incorporated an invasion of Decepticon robots, whose mission was thwarted by the butting of Jack's hard cranium.
When the story had ended, I asked, "Is that what really happened?"
"No," he said. "I made it up."
"Ok," I responded calmly. "Will you tell me what really happened? I want to know what happened to Jack's face."
"Sure," he said. Then he began to tell an even more elaborate tale involving a daring swoop of Jack from the sky as he was engaged in a rescue mission of some kind. Rocky included in his story every object he saw in the room, like Kevin Spacey's character in the movie "Usual Suspects."
When he finished, I asked, "Is that what really happened?"
"No," he said. "I made that up too."
"So you told a lie?" I asked.
"Yeah, but it was a good lie. It was a really good story."
Hmm....
So what really happened to Jack... we will never know.