The truth hurts. I’d imagine as a 7 year old sometimes it’s hard to tell the truth and sometimes it’s hard NOT to tell the brutal, honest truth. I’m guessing last night Connor wished to be back in this giant turtle shell following our conversation. It went a little something like this:
Me: Connor, did you know a Mrs. James at your school last year.
Connor: Yeah.
Rhiannon: What did she look like?
Connor: She was taller than mom.
Pause
Connor: She was skinnier than mom.
Pause….followed by Rhiannon reprimanding him
Connor: But she was (Then, desperately trying to save himself) But you’re still skinny, Mom.
Ouch. But I’m guessing, it was probably the truth. :)
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