“I can’t stop staring at you because you’re so beautiful.”
It’s been quite a few years since a boy told me that. It’s probably just coincidental that the phrase seems to have died with my habitual presence in bars 8 years ago when I got married. The weird thing is, I’m not sure I even noticed it was missing from my life.
And then, I heard it again. From my 6-year-old son.
“I can’t stop staring at you because you’re so beautiful,” he says again and again, sighing dramatically, smiling with his snaggletoothed grin, his startling blue eyes crinkling in the corners. “Mommy, why do you look so beautiful tonight?”
It’s so nice to see yourself through the eyes of someone who loves you.
And then the same child brought home THIS lovely mom’s day project from school yesterday.
And … I’m off to obsessively research gastric bypasses and facelifts on the internet.
It may be time to start teaching my son that a gentleman should always guess way UNDER when it comes to things like a lady’s weight and age. Never never never never never never never over.
Happy Mother’s Day, you fat ass old hag!
Kids really do say the darndest things.
It’s just cruel for them to even ask the kids that! My son’s came back with a big ol’ question mark for my age (no weight question). Good boy!
I asked Asher if he thought I was really 65 and he said, “I don’t know how old you are.” I said, “There’s your answer from NOW ON OUT!”
And you’re right, it is cruel. To us!