Every parent has done it. A tiny, harmless, completely survivable white lie you toss into the universe because (let’s be honest) you’re tired, you’re done, and the request your child just made requires more energy than your soul currently has left in stock. Ours happened this week. She asked if we could go out for hibachi. My hair was barely holding on. I had already put on pajama pants. We gave each other a look. My husband said the first low-effort, not-technically-wrong
