I am at home asking my son where my cat was.

I was informed my cat had passed and I got home to no cat. 

I got a call that my cat had passed and that my son and his father were going to bury it. I arrived to the house to not find a burial site and instead a cat wrapped in a mothers day tshirt and placed in the trash. I was crushed. 

My son was not a little boy anymore.

I guess it's the first memory I have of my son lying to me about something.