I was sharing with a confidante how much I admire the value of honesty. I waxed lyrical about how it’s the value I prize above all others, how I struggle with anyone who’s dishonest, how I don’t deal very well with people at work who I can’t trust because they’ve been known not to tell the truth on more than one occasion. And I really did mean it.
“Interesting,” he said. “When your kids were little, did you tell them that Father Christmas was real?”
Oh, the challenge of a killer question. Have you been challenged lately?