My older son (typical kid) has a good friend (R) who lives in the house behind ours (or we live behind them, as he pointed out to me recently). These boys are inseparable. They are best friends and they talk about everything that may be on their minds.
One evening at the dinner table my son wanted to tell us about a conversation they had had that very afternoon. It was one of those good natured conversations where they start to compare things in their lives to see who had it “better” than the other.
My son started with “We were talking about how R’s Mommy is prettier than you. She is really pretty,” he declared. He looked a bit smug. I think I raised an eyebrow followed by a slight cringe as I imagined what might next come out of his mouth.
My husband looked ready to intervene in order to salvage my ego when my son continued with “Yeah, but we agreed that my Mommy could heavy punch his Mommy.”
He sat back with a grin on his face and I saw all the pride shining in his eyes. My cup runneth over.
Well, I thought, what more do you need to know?
Pretty is as pretty does… in a young boy’s mind at least.
Note to my gentle readers: No, I do not “heavy punch” people. I don’t think I’ve thrown a punch in my entire adult life (although I may have tried to punch one of my brothers at some point when we were kids… I don’t remember it but I admit it is possible). I do not advocate punching people nor pets nor trees nor anything. Punching is violence and punching is bad, unless you are being attacked in which case please don’t not punch just to be polite. Punch and scream and kick and yell and get away. There – did I cover it all?