Kids are honest – sometimes brutally honest, as Madeline and my bedtime conversation illustrates.
Me:Come closer. I want to cuddle with you.
Madeline rolls closer to me. I gently cup her face in my hands and plant a soft kiss on her lips.
Madeline (AKA Buttercup): Ugh. “Peas” don’t kiss me, Mommy. You have bad breath. Ugh. (Rolling away from me) P.U.
Way to break a Mommy’s heart or at least bruise her pride.
Just for the record: I’ve told Madeline before that she has morning breath and she now thinks it’s quite hilarious to tell her parents their breath is stinky. After being quarantined last night, I asked Dave if my breath smelled, breathing heavily on him (that’s what old, married farts do). He either was being very diplomatic, is losing his sense of smell at 29 or Madeline was just being silly because he said my breath smelled fine. I’m betting on the latter.