Lies, lies, and more lies. He has swam with alligators, shot turkeys out of trees, made straight A’s at his last school and didn’t talk out of turn in class today (it’s his teacher who was mistaken). T has very little concept of “the truth.” He literally couldn’t tell me the truth if his pants were on fire. He does “accidentally” tell the truth about his previous life sometimes and then he backtracks and tries to cover it up out of fear. It is sad. It is exhausting. It is so very hard. Foster care, it comes with some very big challenges. Today our biggest challenge is how to teach T to tell the truth.