Liar, Liar..or just creative story teller??

One beautiful day, about a year ago, my husband was working first shift, and the kids and I were going to meet him at work. Before meeting him, I needed to make a transaction at the bank that entailed me needing to go inside. The bank teller and I were having the usual small talk, but it all changed when she asked what we were doing next. My 5 year old looked at her and said in the saddest voice, I have ever heard from him, and says "my daddy is in prison", I don't know if my laughter was if I thought it was humorous or if it was the only reaction I had from being mortified..I think it was both. After vehemently announcing that my husband, Nate's father, is an outstanding citizen of this city and he works at a very well known Indy company and that is where he is at right now..I just couldn't stop all the adjectives describing the law abiding husband that is also the father of my children (I don't think the teller was buying my factual description of the hubs, in fact, Nate was so convincing, I almost believed him!). Driving to the hubs work, I began the slippery slope to thinking about other stories Nate has told, like telling his Grandma Peasley I didn't come visit with them because I was napping when I was really working, or saying to me that Ava said her first word when she was 3 months. Fast Forward a year and a half later, his stories have been getting more detailed: First day of kindergarten, he reports very excitedly that his teacher took the whole class to Disney world and each child sat next to Mickey on a bench, then, later in the year, he got sick at school, he told the school nurse that he got sick the night before and we made him go anyway (I am still bitter about that one..giving me a bad rep. with the school nurse just isn't cool!) I will never forget when I forgot to send his lunch with him to school, I came home to an angry husband, because Nate had the hubs convinced that the school would not give him a school lunch because he did not have lunch money, thankfully I called him on it and angry daddy did not make an appearance to school! And now the latest, the hubs works at Steak n Shake and we get to eat free because we are family (recently told to my friend who is watching him over the summer). I know this is all part of growing up and I am telling myself that he is just creative, I don't take it too seriously, (I do have FREQUENT serious talks with him about lying) unless it involves possibly getting the other person in the story in trouble. And a lot of it, I laugh at! But sometimes, if I think about it long enough, I begin to wonder what is he telling other adults about us, if the hubs is in prison (who follows every rule there is btw) then where am I or what am I in his  "creative thinking out loud" moments?? When he goes and visits over night with a friend, I am almost tempted to write a note to his friend's parents about the "real" us..taking it too far, right? I know,I know!  I will just send him off and hope he gets invited back..or we don't have authorities knocking on our door! I also start analyzing his story telling, is this a sign of a future criminal..or just a politician?? Yikes..let's not go there! For now, I will just remind my self  he is only 6 and just enjoy the entertainment his little head with a big brain provides.