You can't fault children for their innocence. They see and tell it like it is, unaware of the consequences of a back-handed compliment they don't even know they are giving, or an insult, for that matter.
Take Joey, age 4. He has come out with some outrageous things at this quirky age, and although I will never be prepared for all of his comments or questions, by now I can appreciate that youth carries innocence that allows ignorance to be bliss.
I was perusing the rack of jeans at the store today, killing time before taking the boys for their much-needed haircuts. I typically go casual, rarely tucking my shirt into my pants and sporting the belt. But today, I wanted to dress up a little, and so I did just that. I suppose at a toddler's eye level, it is an uncommon sight. So when Joey walked up to me, I wasn't prepared for his question. "What's that bump?" he asked, pointing to my... -- midsection. I looked down and after four cesarean deliveries, you can't expect me to walk around with a flat tummy or I'd still be sporting bikinis as I near the four-oh mark. But by no means did I let myself go, and if you know me, you know that it's difficult to carry a large bulge at under 105 lbs. Still, there was a little bump, I'll admit. Before I could explain myself to Joey, I decided I really didn't need to explain myself at all, and dismissed his question without incident, moving on down the rack. "Oh, I know what it is," he said. "It's your bagina."
Yeah, not that bulky and a little bit high, my friend. But you're in the right area. Oh, and I love you, too. Bulges and all.
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