Tuesday – I am Mommy, hear me Roar

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about two facts: I am pretty, and I am a lion. I know these things are true because my 3 year old tells me they are, and he is a very, very honest person.

I think it's kind of sweet that he thinks I'm pretty. Of course, toddlers are not renowned for their sense of aesthetics. This declaration of my beauty is the boy who thought that a ratty pair of Elmo sandals were high fashion and could be worn with everything for 6 months straight (including his pajamas). I realize my loveliness is subject to the filter of the bias of him who beholds me, his mother, as the embodiment of womanly spender, and that I probably should not pursue a career as a supermodel based on his assessment. But a compliment is a compliment, and I get to bask in it if I want to. As for the part about me being a lion, though -- that took me completely off guard. No one, not even the boy's father (who also thinks I am pretty) has ever pointed out any leonine qualities in me before.

( I'd devour you, but I'm worried I might bite my tongue )