The Youngest comes home, looks me straight in the eye and says, "Mom, I've just seen the world's ugliest woman."
He gets 'the look' and an immediate rebuke for being unkind.
"No, seriously, Mom. This was the female version of Brother -----."
"Oh?"
(Let's understand that the man is somewhat robust, has a florid complexion, with unrefined features and ahhh, a lantern jaw. Sweet soul, but not much to look at...)
"Yeah, with really long, scraggly, hair."
"Oh. Well, ummm...looks aren't everything boy."
"Mom, you're just not understanding. Brother ----- with makeup, long hair, and... breasts!"
"Ohhhhh..."
And sometimes - well, sometimes you just have to give it up and save the teaching moments for later.
I look at his earnest face, he looks at me...
We can't stop laughing for quite a while.
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