When Innocent Fibbing Snowballed into Unbelievable Truths: 35 Kids’ Lies That Took a Wild Turn
Okay, we joked about it once, my wife and I, that my son had an older brother who “he just missed him by 5 minutes.” I think we picked it up from a standup comic. I think we told him that when he was 3. Then forgot about it. He never asked about it afterwards, either.
When he was 6, we were in a parent-teachers conference. The teacher expressed, like many people before her, how young we looked as parents. We had our son at 19/21, so we were used to that in an area where most mothers waited until their late 20s, early 30s, to have kids. “Yes, well, we had him when I was 19,” my wife would answer.
This teacher, however, paused. “O-oh? Um… how old is his brother?”
“His brother? He’s an only child.”
“I see. He doesn’t have an older brother who goes to night school?”
“… no?”
“That’s strange. He has here in his first grade survey that he has an older brother, around college age.”
“Well, I can assure you that he does not.”
“Do you live with someone else, an uncle, perhaps?”
“No. Did he describe this older brother?” My wife and i had a lot of oddball friends in the local entertainment scene, so maybe he was speaking about one of them, and there was a miscommunication.
“No. He says he’s always gone when he comes home, usually misses him by 5 minutes. So I assumed he worked at night, or went to college night school. Children have an active imagination…”
The second she said, “missed him by 5 minutes,” my wife and I looked at one another. “Oh s**t.”
Yeah, that was a weird conversation with our son later that night. He really thought he had an older brother. “No, ah, that was a joke. From a TV show.”.
Convinced my baby nephew that his name Max was short for Maximus.
He was born on my birthday. My brother, his dad, didn’t tell me happy birthday or get a card or anything, instead just announced his kid was born and called Max (my favourite baby boy name that I had told the whole family I wanted to call my future son for years)
So I was like, ok, let’s play this game. (Yeah I was miffed, but it was more all tongue in cheek).
I convinced Maximus that even though his parents raised him, he actually belongs to me and is my birthday present.
He took it very seriously.
He told everyone his name was short for Maximus. Whenever his parents tried to correct him, he’d say “no
, that’s not true. I’m Aunty — bday present. She named me.”
When they’d look at me for help I’d shrug and go ‘you should’ve told me happy birthday” lmao.
My cousin told me there’s this clown that visits kids at the middle of the night and plays with them. I think she was trying to encourage me to use my imagination more.
For some reason I pictured the creepiest cow dressed up as a clown, flying in from the sky in the middle of the dark with an evil grin going “time to play” in the corner of a dark room.
I couldn’t sleep at night bc I thought it would randomly come. Idk what happened but eventually my mom found out I was scared of some random clown and spoke to my cousin. We all laughed after but I still have no idea why my brain turned something so casual into such a horror.
6 year old nephew.
We had a bonfire in the back yard, he wanted to go play on the edge of the yard, but there’s a lake on that side and we didn’t want him over there in the dark.
Came up with a monster known as Frog Man (human sized frog) that lived in the lake, and were known to populate other swampy areas.
Now he is terrified of dark swampy water a bullfrog croaking.
When I was 7, I told my neighbor that my family had a pet monkey. No idea why. Just blurted it out one day like it was totally normal. She got super excited. She wanted to come over and meet it immediately. I panicked and I made excuses. It turned into this whole soap opera of a story. She told her whole class about it. Eventually my mom found out because someone asked her how the monkey was doing. She made me go back and tell the truth. It was so embarrassing and my neighbor looked so betrayed.
In elementary school, I told one of my friends that I had a dog and would hold the phone away from my face and make barking noises in the background to keep the lie up when she’d call. It was awfully awkward the day our teacher asked me about my dog in class.
Not me but my sister. This was around 1991 in Chicago, so we were 7 and 9yrs old respectively. There was this hysteria at the time about “Homie the Clown”, which was a character on TV but supposedly there was a man in the area dressed as him and trying to lure kids with candy into his van. There were “sightings” reported all over the city by children’s, and the cops and local news was all over it. One day during class my sister claimed she saw “Homie” hiding in a bush by the school, so they put the school on lockdown until the police could investigate.
She did not in fact see Homie, or any other clown, lol.













