Childish Insight

As I am playing a computer game, my daughter comes in and says, "Mommy, whatchoo doing? What is those ducks?" (She's 4, vocabulary leaves a little to be desired.) "They're creepy."

Where in the world did my 4 year old learn "creepy" from?? So then she starts poking at my arm fat that she thinks is so much fun to do and she says, "Look, Mommy, squishy."

Yup, that's me. Squishy. Rolls and rolls of squishy. So she then lifts my arm and points to my pits and says, "Eww...what's that?"

I look at the stubble and say, "I don't know, Baby, what do you think it is?"

"GRASS."

After I started breathing again from laughing myself blue, I kissed her sweet little forehead and thanked her for the lovely 4 year old perception of me. I am a squishy mommy, with grassy armpits, that plays with creepy ducks. The world is good.