A lot of the funny and interesting conversations I have with my kids occur in the car. (I guess we spend a lot of time in there.) The one that follows is no exception.
My kids and I were driving somewhere last week when my 3-year-old son, Bennett, began to discuss a family friend (who I am going to rename “Ms. Ann” – for reasons that will become obvious in the next few sentences).
Ms. Ann is a relatively large, middle-aged woman. (A lovely woman, but a tad bit portly.)
While talking about her, in what context I do not remember, Bennett said, “Ms. Ann is old and squooshy.”
“Really?” I said. I honestly couldn’t think of what else to say. “Old and squooshy, huh?”
“Yes,” he said. “She’s old and squooshy.”
We drove without speaking for a few moments.
“Mommy,” Bennett said, breaking the silence. “You’re not squooshy.”
I smiled quietly. That’s a relief, I thought.
Not a moment later, though, my smile was gone.
“No, you’re not squooshy,” Bennett repeated. “You’re just old.”
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