Breath

Last night my parents came over for dinner along with my cousin and his wife and their little boy. While we were waiting for my cousin and his family to show up, my dad told me what had happened at church earlier that day.

My family sits with my dad every Sunday at church. Mason and Annie usually fight over who gets to sit closer to grandpa. So yesterday Annie got comfortable on my dad's lap and they started coloring.

Before church, my dad had a sandwich that had raw onions on it. While they were coloring at church, their heads were pretty close to each other. As they were sitting there coloring, Annie stopped, looked at my dad, and very seriously and matter of factly said to him,

"Grandpa?"
"Yeah?"
"Your breath is disgusting."

No laughing. No other words were said. They went right back to coloring.

I died of laughter when my dad told me this.  I assured him I'd have a conversation with her about politeness. My dad said she was absolutely not trying to be mean or impolite or anything like that. It was the simple and real honesty of a four year old and he said it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard.

I am so glad my dad shared this story with me because it's definitely not one to be forgotten.