A recent exchange between myself and a third grade boy in my theatre class. "Ms. Winston did you get a hair cut?" I replied, happy that someone had noticed, "Yes, I did." His response, "Oh, I wasn't sure, it kinda looks like you bought some bangs and glued them on." Let's face it, kids speak the truth, like it or not. They haven't developed that social filter yet. The one that causes you to bite your tongue when a fair-skinned person asks if you like her mustard-colored sweater. The real answer is "No, you look washed out - actually a little sick." But we have been conditioned to say, "You look lovely." She already bought the sweater- she's out in public. No need to make her feel bad about something that's too late to change. Children on the other hand, say it like it is. I have had quite a few zingers- the majority from my own little ones. Here are a few:
"Mom, that lady is the same age as you. Why doesn't she have big bags under her eyes like you do?"
"Mommy, I like when I hug you - you are so soft and squishy."
"Why is part of your hair brown and the rest blonde?"
"Do other people lose their car keys everyday?"
"Will I have lots of wrinkles like you when I grow up?"
"Mom, you need to wear a bra - even in your nightgown. It looks gross."
That is just a smattering, I could go on and on. I'm sure you've been on the receiving end of such truths. Let me know if you have any great ones to add.
I remember on the morning of my Daddy's 50th birthday. I went up to him crying. When he asked me what was wrong. I said, "You're 50. That's so old. Now you're going to die!"
Payback is a bitch my friends.
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