BIG FAT LIE!

Last night Kellen refused to eat his dinner. Being the "mean mom" that I am, I saved the rest for his lunch the next day. Today I reluctantly pulled out last nights dinner knowing full well I would get a fight and served it to him. Of course of fought with me. I left the room to go finished folding laundry and he came in and told me he finished his lunch. I told him what a good boy he was and went to go check his plate. He told me to wait and close my eyes. RED FLAG! I waited and did not close my eyes. I watched as he pulled the plate from under the couch and placed it in my hand. Then our dog got all excited about what was under the couch. I asked Kellen if his lunch was under the couch. Of course he said no. Then I walked to the couch, under great resistance from Kellen, and found his lunch underneath the couch all over the area rug. Needless to say, he a great talking to about lying and was walked immediately to bed where he is currently serving out his sentence. I don't know how at four years old he is so good at lying. He used to be SO honest. What happened?