On the drive to work the boys sat in the back of the car. Tristan shyly asked, "Mom, do you want to take belly dancing lessons?"
I looked in the rear view mirror, but couldn't see him. "Noooo... why?"
He didn't answer.
"Do you think I should?"
Julius had to chime in with, "Mom, I don't mean to offend you, but I really think you would NOT look good in a belly dancer outfit. I mean, I'm sorry, but really."
Tristan was kind enough to defend me. "I think she would look good in a belly dancer outfit."
Oh, what a fabulous boy who is still young enough to think his mother is the most beautiful woman in the world.
I told my older, less-wise son, "Listen, sometimes there is such a thing as too much truth. Use your truth wisely, Luke."
The things I have to put up with around here.
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He sniffed and said, "Really?"
I nodded, "Really. Super double triple really."
He burrowed into SnuggleBunny and closed his eyes. I pulled the covers up under his chin and turned out the light.