No Bias, No Bull
Kenny is very observant. He is also very chatty. And he asks a lot of questions. Example:
“Mommy, why aren’t you turning right on red? You know you can if you want to.”
He is a tenacious negotiator:
Kenny: “Mommy, can I have a cookie for breakfast?” Me: “No.” Kenny: “A half?” Me: “Nope.” Kenny: “Maybe one bite?” Me: ”No, Kenny.” Kenny: ”Then can I watch a TV show instead?”
He says whatever he’s thinking, lacking that social filter of what is appropriate conversation:
Kenny: “Mommy? How did your boobies get so small?” Me: “There isn’t any milk for Cooper in them anymore.” Kenny: “You should really get some more milk in there.”
And he definitely has an opinion:
(after a guy in a pickup truck honks and waves at me in the Home Depot parking lot) Kenny: “Why did that guy honk at you?” Me: “Maybe he thinks I’m pretty.” Kenny: “You’re not pretty, Mama! You’re not wearing any lipstick!” Me, putting some lipstick on: “How ’bout now?” Kenny: “Yeah. That’s better.”
