Lillian is going to be three years old soon -- and her grasp of language is fascinating.
During a recent visit -- I made eggs and sausage for breakfast. After a few bites, she said, "this sausage is too spicy for me, Grandma."
Wow. That's major. Just a few weeks ago -- she would have NOT eaten something I made -- but I wouldn't have known what she didn't like about it.
Oh -- yes -- here's a completely random picture of her wearing a little A-line dress I made out of a woman's t-shirt...(two shirts, actually -- note the different sleeves)...
That afternoon, John was sitting at the table, minding his own business -- when Lilly went over to him, poked his stomach, and said, "why is your tummy so full, Grandpa?"
He smiled and said, "I'm just old and fat, honey."
I felt bad for John. Out of the mouths of babes and all that...
Later that night, Lilly was sitting in my lap. She can be a sober child at times -- and she was looking at me earnestly...for a long time...
Finally, I asked, "what?"
She said, "why do you have a mustache, Grandma?"
OKAY, OKAY, OKAY...now I know EXACTLY how Grandpa was feeling....Having children in your life can be brutal.
Gheesh...I wonder how long this annoying honesty is going to last?
Fast forward....three days later -- I was trying on CLOTHES FOR SEW EXPO -- and I started whining about how fat I am.
John (trying to make me feel better) said, "You're not fat, Rita. I'M THE FAT MAN, remember?
You're just the bearded lady...."