Sweet Honesty and Innocence...from a 3 1/2 year old

On Sunday night Beth, Mikayla and I had a nice family dinner. Beth finished and went upstairs to wake Rowan up. I sat with Mikayla at the table while she finished her food. This is where is gets interesting.

Mikayla was in the middle of an extreme run-on sentence, probably saying something about dogs or princesses, when she let out a healthy mid-word belch. She didn't continue her sentence. She didn't say excuse me. She sat there with a stunned look on her face. A puzzled look. She was absolutely perplexed about something. After staring off into space for a bit, she bowed her head and looked down at the table. Something had obviously troubled my litle girl(even though burps are nothing new to her). She slowly got a hint of a grin which grew. And grew. And grew and grew and grew. She began to snicker, but tried to cover her face while she did. I had to ask, "Mikayla, what is so funny?" She looked up and said, "Dad, when I was talking I burbed...AND tooted!" I am not sure who laughed harder, but to this day I think of her little awe-struck face as she contemplated her newest life discovery and I laugh just as hard as I did when I heard her innocent little confession.

As for honesty, today I sat with Mikayla in the car for a bit. I was in the driver's seat and she crawled up to sit in the front passenger's seat. As we sat there talking, Mikayla began to giggle. Before I could ask that dangerous question ("What is so funny?), she said, "Dad, your tummy is fat!" And she began to laugh. I tried really hard not to laugh. We had a little talk about how even though Dad thinks its kinda funny, we shouldn't tell people that they are fat. She sat and pondered a moment and said, "Dad, your tummy is filled!" I couldn't help it. I just laughed.

Randy

You don't want a picture of this...

Well, I have to admit I probably lack official blog etiquette so if the following story offends please accept my sincerest apologies. Most of our funny stories are probably a bit much for the entire world to read, and frankly just too embarrassing to let the rest of you read so this is probably as bad as it will get. I think.

Needless to say, there is nothing like having your child let you know just how gorgeous you really are. Let me share a sad story with you. Once upon a time I gave my 3 and 1/2 year old a bath- not necessarily a daily thing but one which has an established schedule. First we wash the hair, then the body parts, then the weird parts like toes and fingernails and then the obligatory play time. Finally she'll call out, "Mom! I'm done! I need help to get out!" Well today we followed the schedule, not even one deviation. And then the shout,"Mom!" but alas the following words came instead, "Look Mommy! I have big scratch marks like you!" No one could deny the glee in her voice either. Ugh!

I'm pretty sure she was referring to my 'stretch' marks... Which I have to say were NOT there until three days before Rowan was born. That's one more reason I should have been induced sooner. So... no pictures of this one. I thought it would be nicer to spare you.