One of the loveliest - and funniest - things about children is their honesty..... although it can be a little brutalising! Recent raw rantings from my two include:
To my mum, who is rather sensitive about her thinning hair, Daisy declared:
"Nanna? I can see your head through your hair!"
She was then accosted by Daisy's best friend Mia: "You are a very old lady. But I like you!"
Being pregnant, it was only a matter of time before Poppy announced "You are fat!" This is a slight improvement on last summer when I was sunning myself in the garden when Daisy started pointing at me and counting, 1,2, 3, 4. I asked her what she was doing....
"Counting your rolls."
It's tough being a mum. I was recently sent off with my tail between my legs after being informed, "You are not pretty today." (Apparently I made the mistake of wearing blue jeans - these are unacceptable in the world of pink dress wearing daughters.)
And today, in a pique of annoyance at not being allowed another bun, Daisy stamped her foot and said, "You are HORRIBLE! I'm going out to dance in the rain!"
And she did. So I did what any self-respecting fat, ugly, horrible mummy does - I joined her and danced in the rain too. That got a lovely "I love you mummy" so all was well with the world again.