Brutal Honesty

Ever want to hear the truth without any shades of gray? Ask a child or don’t they’ll give their gut wrenching, honest opinion anyway. Nothing goes unnoticed or un-noted, they say it like they see it, and they have an unbelievable power to hurt feelings of even adults (all without intention of harm). Say for example a five year old says “Hanna Montana is prettier than my mommy.” Well to a five year old I’m sure that’s true, but I would know what was meant and wouldn’t take it personally. However sometimes the truth hurts.

Although I love him like the little brother I begged my mom not to have the guy we lovingly refer to as “Uncle Jeff” made a grown up, adult decision to mark his arm with PERMANENT ink, and Zach didn’t like it, not one single bit and wasn’t afraid to let him know his disappointment. So much so that our once in a blue moon date night ended up not happening because Zach had gotten into such a big funk that he begged us not to go out. Literally in a panic crying and not letting go until his daddy promised we wouldn’t go.

Although the next day when Jeff came back to the house with a shirt covering his new tattoo Zach was quick to forgive and move on. Not without expressing how he felt about tattoos though, imagine that – only five and taking a stand. He later told me he still loves his Uncle Jeff but doesn’t really want to see that thing on his arm. What interesting, in depth conversations I’ve had with my little man. Casey John could really care less, just being his laid back, quiet self watching the drama unfold around him. Maybe he is so chill because he figures Zach takes care of all the drama for him.

That’s pretty much what the weekend consisted of, a blown night out, finally getting outside Christmas decorations put away only to find that the Destroyer of Plastic chewed all but one extension cord and two sets of lights. I guess she got bored while at home, beats me. Today was busy, it’s late, and I have a space next to Mr. Snores a lot when I have sinus issues…. I guess I’ll see who’s snoring louder, big C or the dog.

PS. Uncle Jeffy, we all still love you. 🙂

Ever want to hear the truth without any shades of gray? Ask a child or don’t they’ll give their gut wrenching, honest opinion anyway. Nothing goes unnoticed or un-noted, they say it like they see it, and they have an unbelievable power to hurt feelings of even adults (all without intention of harm). Say for example a five year old says “Hanna Montana is prettier than my mommy.” Well to a five year old I’m sure that’s true, but I would know what was meant and wouldn’t take it personally. However sometimes the truth hurts.

Although I love him like the little brother I begged my mom not to have the guy we lovingly refer to as “Uncle Jeff” made a grown up, adult decision to mark his arm with PERMANENT ink, and Zach didn’t like it, not one single bit and wasn’t afraid to let him know his disappointment. So much so that our once in a blue moon date night ended up not happening because Zach had gotten into such a big funk that he begged us not to go out. Literally in a panic crying and not letting go until his daddy promised we wouldn’t go.

Although the next day when Jeff came back to the house with a shirt covering his new tattoo Zach was quick to forgive and move on. Not without expressing how he felt about tattoos though, imagine that – only five and taking a stand. He later told me he still loves his Uncle Jeff but doesn’t really want to see that thing on his arm. What interesting, in depth conversations I’ve had with my little man. Casey John could really care less, just being his laid back, quiet self watching the drama unfold around him. Maybe he is so chill because he figures Zach takes care of all the drama for him.

That’s pretty much what the weekend consisted of, a blown night out, finally getting outside Christmas decorations put away only to find that the Destroyer of Plastic chewed all but one extension cord and two sets of lights. I guess she got bored while at home, beats me. Today was busy, it’s late, and I have a space next to Mr. Snores a lot when I have sinus issues…. I guess I’ll see who’s snoring louder, big C or the dog.

PS. Uncle Jeffy, we all still love you. 🙂

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