During her son’s campaign for the presidency, the late Lillian Carter squared off with an overly aggressive reporter.
”Your son,” the reporter said, “has been traveling the country, telling people not to vote for him if he ever lies to them. Can you, knowing a son as only a mother can, honestly say he’s never lied?”
”Well, perhaps a little white lie now and then,” Miss Lillian countered.
”And what,” asked the reporter, “is the difference between a white lie and any other? Define white lie for me.”
”I’m not sure I can define it,” Miss Lillian said sweetly, “but I can give you an example. Do you remember when you came in the door a few minutes ago and I told you how good you looked and how glad I was to see you?”
Los Angeles Times Syndicate
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