Sometimes it is frustrating not knowing where the boys came from.

This is particularly true when they are busy trying to "one up" each other.

Tonight after the hail storm we were talking about the worst hail we had ever seen.

Boarder mentioned a hail storm a couple of years ago with golf ball sized hail.  Really legitimate story.

Middle Boy then talked about how when he was eight there was golf-ball sized hail and his foster parent let him go outside to play.  (Already far-fetched, but wait...)  While he was outside playing in the golf-ball sized hail he decided to look up and one of them hit him square between the eyes and dropped him to the ground.  (But wait....)  He got a concussion from it and had a huge bruise for a week.  Truth factor...maybe 10%.

So...Younger Boy's turn.  At one of his previous foster homes a SOCCER-BALL sized hail crash through his roof and fell square on his stomach while he was sleeping.  It made him throw up instantly.  Truth factor....0%.

Boarder and Middle Boy called him on it INSTANTLY which of course became the typical "why doesn't anyone believe me" mantra which we have all grown accustomed to.

Good family discussion...over.  Integrative parenting....starting now.