Kids have that certain bluntness about them that only a child or a senior can get away with. They say what they’re thinking and hell, most of the time what you’re thinking but have the reserve not to say. And most of the time I can take it. From bad breath to bad cooking, I’m not as sensitive to their criticism as I used to be.
But when my four year old comes to me and says:
“Mama, I want to have yellow pirate teeth like you.”
It’s time to break out the bleach and limit the coffee. I mean come on, I’m not made of steel.
Mom of Steel 