Kids love to tell the truth, the more brutal, the better. Kids will most certainly keep your ego in check… and possibly embarrass the hell out of you.
After putting my daughter to bed…
5 yo: Will you tell me if you’re going downstairs?
Me: I always do. You know, you don’t need to tell me that every night.
5 yo: I know. But you’re old and might forget.
When I made spinach and goat cheese quiche last week.
Her: Mom… this really doesn’t look good.
Her: And it smells like cat puke.
Standing in line at Target.
Her: Mom, that lady looks like a grandma (the next lane over).
Me: She does.
Her: Is she the grandma you called an asshole for driving so slow?
Me: Well, umm, she might be.