You always hear about how you get total honesty from the mouth of a child. And when you have kids, it’s totally confirmed. It’s why when we’re in a store and I see my kids get that look in their eye like they’re going to ask a question I might want them to whisper, I quickly rush and say “whisper to Mommy what you’re thinking”–for example–Standing in line with Zoe & Judah at Old Navy a couple of years ago, our cashier was sort of a “Pat” if you will. Zoe is staring & staring and then just says very loudly, “Mommy, why is she a he?” Oh dear Lord. That’s just an example.
Well, we always have said Zoe is the truth teller and she is, but this little guy, he delivers truth in such a “guy” way, if you will. Straight to the point, no explaining, no taking it back. TRUTH.
So yesterday, we’re all four sitting on the couch and Judah is playing this little game with Zoe–he whispers something in my ear and Zoe gets to guess what it is. Fun enough.
First comment in my ear, sweet Judah man saying, “You’re beautiful” (which sounds like you’re beeuuuutiful)–oh he’s so precious. And to him, that is the truth, I am beautiful (not claiming I am here, but I know he believes it with all his sweet heart, my pregnant nastiness and all!!)
Zoe responds, “I know what you said. You said she’s beautiful.” “How did you know?”, says Judah. “Because you always tell her that.” More points scored for the son category for Judah.
Next, he whispers, “You’re funny.” Again, I’ll take it. If you know me well, you know I love if people think I’m funny. Thrive on it, I’m weird, whatever. This me. Unfortunately, Zoe didn’t guess this one (mental note: crack more jokes with Zoe).
And finally, the real kicker…in my ear, his sweet little precious voice says…”You’re hairy.” WHAT?!? He can notice that??? Of course, I couldn’t leave it there. I just had to ask–“why do you think Mommy’s hairy?” His response, kind of like he can’t believe I have to ask because it’s soooooo obvious, “Just look at your arms!!” I am the hairy family freak, apparently, and I didn’t even know it. I mean, come on, BJ is the hairy one.
But seriously, though, I’ve always known I’m hairy. Hairy arms, I bleach my mustache, yada yada yada. It just stung a little coming from a child. But my pride will heal. I mean, not all of us to be hairless like Chris & Aimee–lucky dogs. Thank God for product–and the not so gentle reminder that I’m nowhere near perfect 🙂