Like a child

At the supper table today, the kind of honesty you rarely get between adults:

Madeline: From the side your head looks like it’s really skinny.

Me: Does it?  But I really have a fat head?

Madeline: Well, you have sort of a fat head.

. . .

Madeline: You should really dress up as Santa Claus for Halloween.

Me: Why?

Madeline: Because your belly is so jiggly when you do this.  [she pats her belly]

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