When I grow up, I want to be just like my toddler.
She is the most honest person I know. Not in a brutal way, not even in a blunt way; simply in a matter-of-fact way because she knows no alternative.
Take, for example, when I cook something. She is my official taste-tester. After gale-force blowing on a spoon loaded with something hot off the burner, I offer her a sample of my work and ask the scariest question known to any cook: Good? Does baby like it?
She’ll nod emphatically if my creation makes the cut. If not, I get a simple ‘No’ and she walks away, making clear she doesn’t want any more. Her answer is said with no malice; no harm intended whatsoever. It simply is what it is. And I love her so much for it. —Continue reading—