I don’t make a habit of lying. In fact, I avoid it where possible; I have for most of my life and was honest to a fault as a kid. I can remember two times I lied to my parents: once I took a dollar off the top of my brother’s allowance. The other time I was speeding and crashed through a fence, then told my parents I swerved to avoid a deer.

I told both of those to my dad one year and he said “I don’t think I want to hear any more confessions.” Which is good, because I had none.