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…
Him: …makes him look like a girl.