Honesty

The musings of a child are music to a parent's ears and joy to a parent's heart. Nothing is more refreshing and uplifting than childlike wonder, and I appreciate it to the fullest. That said, there are times I wish Luke could hold back some of his "poignant" observations and keep them to himself, or at least keep them between us and not announcing it to the rest of the world (especially in enclosed public places, where there's no means of escape for the embarrassed parent). With the wisdom and restraint of a three-year-old, of course that is NOT happening.

(To a man who's carrying around some love handles in the elevator)
Luke: Mom, the man has a big tummy. Did he eat too much for lunch?
Me: (with some uneasiness) I don't know. Why don't you just say hi nicely to him.
Luke: Hi! My name is Luke. Did you eat too much for lunch?
Me:...(bad idea...)

(On the bus, sitting across from an elderly man with age spots on his face)
Luke: (loud and clear just so everybody can hear) Mom, how come the man has so many black dots on his face? I don't like it. It's not nice. (Thanks Luke...)

(In the cab)
Luke: Mom, how come the taxi driver has no hair on the back of his head? Is he bald?

(At dinner table, talking about one of our friends who is a little "plumper" than normal. We are holding our breaths for the day Luke's going to overshare with her...)
Luke: Daddy, you have big buns.
Matt: No, I don't.
Luke: Yeah, Daddy doesn't have big buns. Only Jack's* Mommy does.
Matt:....
Luke: And she has a big belly, too! But there's no baby in it.
Matt: er...right...
Luke: Yeah, her belly is so big it's bigger than Mom's.
*not real name