Kids say the darndest things.
For instance, the other day at the after school program I volunteer at, the following lovely things were said.
Little girl: Did you get a haircut?
Me: Why yes I did.
Little girl: I like your old one better.
Me: Um, thank you?
Little girl: No offense, but I don't even like this one. (Then proceeds to repeat that three times)
Me: I think I get your drift.
or this one...
Other little girl: Why do you have pimples all over your face?
Oh geeze. Thanks ladies.
Or like my brother who claims that from the side my face looks like a flat screen tv. Ahaha. Truly these are all very funny because they are kids. But in that case, I wish to take back my theory that kids just say what adults are to afraid to. Because I'd like to have some self-esteem left at the end of this week. Oh children.
Every now and then I find reason to miss certain awesome things from the past. It's usually from Outtatown, which even after 3 years I still talk about like I just left. Here's a picture because they're fun in posts, but also because right now I'm missing the ugliest dog you've ever seen, who captured my heart in guatemala and I affectionatley nicknamed... "Ratface" (no seriously, it was affectionate).
