This morning I mentioned to one of my children that I was mildly near-sighted, though not enough to need glasses. She asked why I didn’t get them anyway. I replied that I neither wanted them nor needed them, so what would be the point?
Perry Boy overheard the conversation and took my side.
Perry: I agree Mom. I don’t think you would look good glasses. Dad looks good with his, and Tyler looks good with his, but you wouldn’t.
Me: Thank you for agreeing with me. But what about when I get older, and I do need glasses? Will you think I’m ugly then?
Perry: [stops to consider for a moment] No, I’ll get used to you with glasses, and then I’ll think you look good.
Me: Oh, good.
Perry: [adds in an undertone] Maybe. I don’t really know about that part, though.
That made me laugh. Children are so candid and uncivilized. The other day my 3 year old told my husband “you look like you have [the new baby] in your tummy.” (My husband doesn’t have much of a gut and my 7 months pregnant belly beats him by leaps and bounds.)
Hilarious! Kids speak with brutal honesty, don’t they?