The Honesty of a Child

As we were leaving the grocery store, Autumn noticed a rather fluffy woman walking into the store, wearing some type of cotton-blend pants. They may or may not have been a little too short, like high-waters, but that's beside the point. I knew Autumn was watching her butt jiggle - she's five, and enjoys bathroom humor. I wouldn't expect anything less from her. As the woman walked to the entrance, Autumn stated very plainly, "It's like her pants are dancing."

I lost it.

Thankfully, we were already in the car. With the windows closed. That was a close one!

Love.

Don't lie - when you were a kid, you opened the freezer doors at the grocery store, waited for them to fog up, and then you drew stuff in them, didn't you?

I used to. And now Autumn does, too. Imagine my surprise, though, when she drew a butt...and poop. She cackled maniacally, and moved on to the next. I would have disciplined her for being so... well... inappropriate... but I was laughing, too.

I'm not sure who is immature - me or her - but that kid keeps me young. That pure laughter and joyful smile - even if it comes from a butt and poop - is so worth it.