Tiger Tales

Walking through our town centre EB saw a picture of a white tiger and started talking about her trip to the zoo, it went a little like this....

EB:  Mummy look there's a white tiger just like the one @ Hammerton zoo
Me: Can you remember taht from when we went?
EB: No, when I went with the school
Me: Ok

We carried on walking, then...

EB: It was lovely and soft
Me:  Really?? That's nice....  Wait a minute... How do you know it was soft??
EB: Because I stroked it
Me:  No you didn't you can't reach it
EB:  Not from outside, but we went inside to stroke it
Me:  No you didn't
EB:  I did mummy, we went in side and all sat down and we got to stroke the tiger
Me:  You cannot go into a tiger cage to stroke it, it wouldn't be allowed
EB:  Well we did mummy, honest
ME:  Well I am going to call the school to check
EB: You can't its closed
Me: Well I will ring the zoo
EB:  They wont remember me stroking a tiger

At this point I am really worried, surely if the school were taking her to play with tigers I would have to sign a consent form, or something....  And EB honestly had me believing her. 
Then...
EB: The tiger really liked me it kept following me and licking my hand it wanted to come home with me!
Me:  Right too far!  I don't believe you.  There is no way that they would allow the tiger to follow you!!
EB:  Hmmmmm.  Maybe it was a dream, last night then!!!

I could not believe it!  We have a 100% honesty policy at home, no lies, no secrets, not ever!!  So for her to be able to spin this whole story and make me believe her was a complete shock. 
If she is this convincing at 6 years old, I am dreading when she reaches teenage years :(

Not only that but what else could she have told me????