Children are so annoyingly observant and honest.
"Xuse me, Ms D..."
"um, you have a big butt!"
"Yep. I sure do."
That three year old was quite right. He is a nice three year old. I know he is not out to get me. I know that. He had no idea that his innocent (and accurate) comment brought stupid tears to my eyes.
Why do I care what a child thinks about my derriere? Plus, compared to his little bottom, everyone's butt is big, right?
And yet, I care. Sigh. I spent the rest of the evening worried that the other children were secretly whispering about my big butt. Snickering about how big Ms D is compared to the other grown ups.
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