What Our Kids Think
Mommy: Why in the world would you let your sister cut your hair off like that?
Daredevil: I thought she would cut it pretty.
Mommy: Well, did she cut it pretty?
Daredevil: Absolutely not.
Mommy: How do you feel about that?
Daredevil: It’s fine, Mommy. It’ll grow back when I’m ten.
Princess: Daddy is so sneaky.
Grandma: Why do you say that?
Princess: He keeps eating all the meat.
Mommy: Why were you on “parent contact” again today?
Daredevil: Because I keep talking.
Mommy: Why do you keep talking?
Daredevil: My mouth keeps opening, and stuff keeps coming out.
Princess: What is Black History Month?
Grandma: It’s the time of year when we celebrate the contributions of black people in America.
Daredevil: I think I am white (looking at her arms).
Mommy: No.You are black, Sweetie.
Daredevil: Look (pointing to the lighter flesh on the inside of her arm). It is white.
Mommy: (Holding my arm near her face) What am I then?
Daredevil: Well (concentrating on my arm), I think you are…um…a little bit hairy.
The joy of children never ceases to amaze. Their honesty is refreshing and darn near brilliant.