My granddaughter Peanut is usually a crackup, and she doesn’t even have to try. Recently, we were celebrating her sister’s birthday, and somehow we got on a conversation of a boy who thought she was “beautiful.”
At three, she’s a little young to be having a romantic rendezvous, so I, of course, in my grandmotherly way, advised her to stay away from boys.
“Boys are stinky,” Mimi advised her.
My advice was apparently unwarranted and unneeded.
“I know,” she said. “Especiawwy the naked ones. They are gwoss!”
Yeah, that stopped me for a minute. Then I told her, “You are completely the right. The naked ones are ABSOLUTELY the most trouble. Stay away from them.”