Well, except for all the non-truths we tell our kids. Like magical, mystical animals and creatures and people who come in the night and leave chocolate and money and presents (cough). And things like "if the wind changes your face will freeze that way." Or "No dear, the ice cream is all gone. You finished it last night, remember?"
Anyways. I have a painfully truthful child. He is incapable of telling a lie. Or of staying quiet when I'm trying to tell a little white lie to avoid bad feelings. ("Thanks so much! We'd love a playdate, but we're busy that day." "No we're not, Mom. I just don't like that kid." Sigh.)
It seems to be tangled up with his particular set of "issues" - a rigidity around rules and right vs. wrong. Honesty is a rule. You don't break rules. So you tell the truth. Always. And you ask permission rather than forgiveness (I tend to work in the other direction, for the record).
The other night I got so frustrated I actually said something to the effect of I don't know what you do in your room once I'm gone, but I have said no books tonight, and now I'm going to bed.
He didn't take the hint.
I know I should be thankful for my honest child, and I am. But sometimes I just wish for a little deviousness to come through. At least so he'll stop the bedtime whining and negotiating. I imagine there's plenty of time for that. Teenagers. Nuff said.