When Innocent Fibbing Snowballed into Unbelievable Truths: 35 Kids’ Lies That Took a Wild Turn
Ever start a tiny fib as a kid that just snowballed into a full-blown saga nobody could stop talking about? Like bragging your uncle invented Post-it Notes, and next thing you know, the PTA’s knocking on your door, begging to have him for career day—only to invent a bizarre Antarctic glue-testing backstory to keep the myth alive! It’s wild how these innocent childhood tales can spiral beyond our control, weaving themselves into family lore and school legends. Ever wonder how far a small lie can travel before it turns into an unstoppable urban legend? Let’s dive into some hilarious, cringe-worthy stories of kids’ lies that ballooned way past silly — sometimes even hitting reality harder than expected. LEARN MORE
In second grade I bragged that my uncle invented the Post it note. It snowballed until the PTA tried to invite him for career day, so I claimed he’d moved to Antarctica to test glue in the cold. People were still asking about him when I hit middle school.
When I was probably four or five years old, my grandparents bought my sibling and I one of those electric keyboard pianos. It had a mode that would light up the keys red to teach you how to play the song. Little me discovered there was also a setting that plays the correct key regardless of what you press when it was on, and it also stopped the red lights from showing. I did my best dramatic pianist performance in front of my mother, she was FLOORED, thinking I was some sort of reborn Mozart, a piano prodigy out of no where 😭 She called all of our family members over to watch me perform and exclaimed to them “My baby is going to Julliard”! I got nervous with all the people around and ended up confessing in front of 6+ family members that the piano was basically playing itself lmao.
When I was 7 I would make my lips look super dry because I just wanted to be allowed to wear my mom’s lipstick. My parents thought the extreme chapped lips were a sign of something and took me to the doctor and that led to me having surgery to get my tonsils out (and something else too, I don’t remember). I didn’t have the heart to tell them I just wanted to wear lipstick.
Not even a lie but when I was a kid I went out for a walk and found this burnt out car in the woods and in school the next day I told my friend about this car I found, some how in just that one day it spiralled into me being the one that stole the car and set it on fire, ended up having police visit the house to interview me a few days later lol.
I was probably first grade or so. We had a punching bag in the basement of the house, and I was enjoying playing with it. Eventually it got to be bedtime, and being 6 years old, I was protesting. I told my parents that [classroom jerk] had threatened to beat me up and I had to learn how to protect myself. I didn’t know how seriously my parents would take that threat. They called off work and met with the principal first thing. I was always a good kid and the other kid always got in trouble so they took my word for it, gave him detention, re-arranged the classroom seating arrangement, and instituted a buddy system for me for recess and the lunchtime. All because I wanted to stay up an extra fifteen minutes.
Not me but a classmate in like 2nd grade was always bragging about the fact that her mom was Xena Warrior Princess in real life. Constantly telling literally everyone as if she truly believed it herself….and then parents day at school happened and everyone was clamoring to see this girl’s mom and uh, yeah she was *not* Xena.
I was out of school for a funeral. When I told my teacher, I said my uncle died. The problem with this is that the great uncles and older cousins in my family get called uncle, and my deceased family member was in his 90’s and I’ve only met him once. I ended up getting pulled out of recess every day for a week to talk to a counselor.
For the record, I really was a twin.
HOWEVER, I was a fraternal twin. Boy-Girl pair. We had a substitute teacher one day and one of my bullies was picking on me for something or other again. I decided that I had enough and I poured clear glue on her chair. She sat down on it and her skirt got all sticky and stiff. Her tights stuck to the chair, it was a mess. The substitute asked who did it and obviously someone ratted me out. When I was asked about the incident I said “I’m not Phantom, I’m Maria. I’m her twin. We switched places today, I’m supposed to be in the other 4th grade class.” The substitute left a note that said “Phantom’s twin switched places and glued a girl’s skirt, no complaints about Phantom except that she was not in class like she was supposed to be, but another teacher said there was no issue for one day.” My teacher was back the next day and she pulled me aside, telling me it wasn’t funny to switch places with my twin because there are a lot of safety issues and school rules we are breaking by switching. She went next door to the other 4th grade class and told the other teacher about the glue incident. He got in trouble for it.
My twin was already a troublemaker while I was the nerdy, goody-goody twin. When we got home and argued about me getting him in trouble our mom marched right up and asked us to explain. She, of course, did not believe that a teacher would fall for the twin switching story because we were a fraternal Boy-Girl pair. He got grounded at home too. From that moment on, whenever I did something I wasn’t supposed to he would sarcastically say, “Oh, was it MARIA?!” which just ended up backfiring because our classmates ended up thinking I had a twin named Maria and that my twin brother was a really year older but got held back. It wasn’t until high school that one of our classmates, who was also part of a Boy-Girl twin pair, was complaining that she never got to pull the twin switch thing and he got snarky and said “Ask Phantom how to do it, I bet she’d looooooove to share.” I had to confess because he sounded so upset and he had my back about something earlier that day. ^^;;;.
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