On "Fibbing" While a Four Year Old is Present

Last week I had to return some shoes.  Marin was with me, and while I was at the cashier she was wandering close by checking things out.

The cashier asked me for my phone number to complete the return form.

TOTAL TANGENT:
Normally I never give out my phone number, or email address to stores.  I get enough spam already thank you very much, and I certainly don't need daily emails about the latest and greatest coupons or deals for the store.

BACK ON POINT:
Because they needed my phone number to complete the return form, I grudgingly gave it out (why they need it is beyond me, but whatever).  That said, I'm a sneaky SOB, so I gave almost, but not quite exactly our phone number.  Which means I gave them a number that was one digit off (I'm deviant I know!).

So I said: XYZ-ABC-DE79

Marin immediately swooped in and said:  "That's not it Mummy! It's XYZ-ABC-DE29!!!"

"No Marin," I chastised quietly while winking at her.  "It's 79"

"MOOOOOMMMM!! It's 29!  29 !!!  XYZ-ABC-DE29!!"

My winking now became more of a frantic twitch.  "It's OK Marin, it's 79, but it's not a big deal.  Ooohh.... look at those crazy bracelets over there!"

Oh yes, I resorted to distraction. 

The sales girl looked at me strangely and gave me the return receipt. 

I quickly grabbed Marin and booked it out of the store.  I then had to have the: "Sometimes Mummy doesn't give out our REAL phone number because I don't want strangers calling our house" talk with Marin.

She looked at me quizzically and shrugged her shoulders. "OK, Mummy. But our phone number is 29,  not 79!!!"