Sterling went to church.

Saturday night I left work at 8pm.  I let Sterling know I was on my way.  After sitting in traffic for an hour and a half, thank you construction on both freeways, (i know because I left one thinking the other would be quicker) I plopped down on the couch. 
Sterling had brought all his bedding and an inflatable matress out to the front room.  He had been napping he told me.  He looked worn out.  He moved around like he was worn out. 
When I asked what he did that day, he told me he had been skateboarding all day and was exhausted.

Over time...ol' dad has learned that to get the ENTIRE truth or the WHOLE story...ol'dad must be very probing and even more specific.  Probing and specific to the point that it's exhausting to the point of frustration.  Also, If he doesn't eat enough (which is a rarity) he'll be tired.  Although the last sentence seems obvious...it's not to him.

Sterling started milling around the house while answering my questions.  "What have you eaten today"?  I asked. 
"Nachos and Ice cream this morning".  He replied
Awesome.  Full fridge, $20 in his wallet, stores all around, the kid knows how to cook and he ate nothing...WTF.

"You know the fridge is stocked...right"
"Yeah".
"Why didn't you eat?"
"I wasn't hungry.  We were just busy playing and skating all day"
The house was clean...it is possible he wasn't in the house all day.
"Do you want me to make you some dinner?"
"Yes, please."

It was the end of the work week.  I was tired but needed to eat...so dinner for two it is.  After a bit of effort, dinner was made and we sat down to eat.  I asked one more time what he had done during the day as he stuffed his face as it had been days since his last meal.
"Victor and I were skateboarding over by the movie theater.  We started coming home and saw that a church next to Beacock music and Goodwill was having a sale and BBQ."
Looking at him directly in the eye, I paused then asked, "...What did you eat... at the BBQ."
"A couple of sausage dogs..." and he stopped.  His eyes met mine and he made a whoops face.

"You told me not 15 minutes ago that you ate crap this morning and that was it."  I said to him while looking like I was a gullible idiot.
"I forgot...but then just remembered when I was telling you."
Can you be so lazy you don't want to make your own food?  Apparently...yes.
All he had to do was ask and I would have made him dinner...yet he comes up with this elaborate story.  He makes it difficult to believe anything he says.  His mom spins yarns...I tell stories...I guess it's enevitable.

I wonder how long it takes him to come up with these things.  Is he really that good or do I just want to believe him.  Or both?
 little SOB