Anyone who knows my 6-year-old gets that he’s honest. Some might call it frank.

No beating around the bush. If he thinks it, he says it. And these days, I find it refreshing. Except for that one time at the doctor’s office when I wasn’t sure how to respond to the woman he addressed while sitting in the waiting room. That was certainly a quick exit. Let’s just say I won’t be asking my little guy if I look fat in my jeans any time soon.

So last night, he quickly shared some unsolicited observations while watching American Idol:

Him: Mom, you know that girl judge in the middle?

Me: Yeah, Jennifer Lopez?

Him: Yeah, her. She wears too much lipstick. Waaaaay too much. I don’t like it.

Me: Okay. I can see that.

Him: And you know the guy judge next to her with the long hair?

Me: Yes, Steven Tyler.

Him: That shirt he’s wearing…

Me: Yes?

Him: …makes him look like a girl.