Our little exaggerator

It's crazy how different each of my kids are. They all have different strengths and different things that they struggle with. Well, Drew is my little exaggerator. He totally reminds me of Uncle Rico on Napolean Dynamite.

Like Uncle Rico Drew loves to tell me stories of his great feets that are a bit embellished. For example, he came home yesterday from school and told me that at recess he was playing basketball. He said, "And you know what Mom? The basketball hoop . . . It was as big as that Pine Tree and I made it in the basket like 100 times." . . . . 

"Uh Drew . . . Maybe it was as tall as that second branch . . . "
"No Mom . . . really."

I kept eyeing him doubtingly. You see, a few weeks ago after he had repeatedly told me things that weren't completely true I told him that every time he starts to tell me a story and he realizes it's not true, and that he is sort of telling a lie, if he stops and says, "Oh wait . . . that didn't really happen" I would give him a Wii buck. 

So now usually all it takes is my looking at him doubtfully, and he usually will admit his embellishment. This happens a lot though. I don't really know why he likes to make up stories or make them bigger than they are, but he does. Somebody asked him if he caught crawdads when he went fishing with his Dad and he said, "Ya, the first time we caught like 2 million and 100 or something like that. The second time we only caught like 300." After the tall as the pine tree claim yesterday I taught him the word E-x-a-g-g-e-r-a-t-e. 

Drew, Drew . . . I hope he realizes how awesome he is, and that the things he does are awesome and he doesn't even need to make them sound better than they are. He is an amazing kid. Anyone with suggestions on how to help him with this exaggeration problem feel free to unload. I would love to hear!