This reminds me of when I was 4 years old, the year before I went to school. One afternoon every week my mom would go over to the elementary school and sell stamps from class to class. After she was done she’d have coffee in the teacher’s lounge. I had to go with her because I wasn’t in school yet. The teachers would come in on their coffee breaks and I’d ask embarrassing questions like “How old are you?” My mom would tell me over and over not to ask that, but I guess I wanted to embarrass her because I’d always ask it! At least I never asked what they weighed.
When my son was a very chatty three- to four-year-old we were leaving the local coffee shop one afternoon. I had seen a man there who was as wide as he was tall and hoped my son would not see him as he was prone to remark on people. Each event was new for him so previous corrections weren’t applying yet. As we were standing at the register this man walked up behind us and my son turned toward him. Before I could think of a subtle way to remove him he said, loud and clear, “Boy is that man…”, and he paused as the universe came to a halt except for the flaming meteor of humiliation that was three feet from my head; “….STRONG!,” he finished. I can’t imagine what image of gibbering idiocy I presented as I grinned and patted his head and GOT THE HECK OUT OF THERE!
I remember a story a little girl just learning to count innocently asking if they should tell the lady ahead of them in the express lane that she had more than 10 items. Thoroughly embarrassed woman departs for another lane, mom tells little girl “I think she knows sweetie.”
When my younger daughter, S, was four, a very chubby friend came to visit us with his family. Just before he pulled away in his car, S looked up at him and said, “You’re FAAAT!”I started remonstrating with her, but he smiled and said, “That’s ok, S. I AM fat!” The gentle lecture came later.When I was four or five, I can recall being on a Sunday-afternoon walk with my mom and dad. I ran ahead of them, and came up on a man who had lost part of his leg and was using crutches. I turned around, looked at my parents, and bellowed, “THERE’S A MAN WITH ONE LEGGG!” I saw my dad making exaggerated shushing motions, and learned that there are things you don’t say in front of people (or behind them, if they’re within earshot).
It’s obvious my skin doesn’t fit! Why should a child not remark on the obvious? They are observant about the world around them and very curious. That is a good thing,
Templo S.U.D. over 10 years ago
Out of of the mouth of babes in the second and final panels.
bluskies over 10 years ago
Love this one! As a person with skin way too tight in the middle and way too loose at both ends, I can identify.
jimgamer over 10 years ago
Maybe she drank’s beer ?? 8^)
alondra over 10 years ago
This reminds me of when I was 4 years old, the year before I went to school. One afternoon every week my mom would go over to the elementary school and sell stamps from class to class. After she was done she’d have coffee in the teacher’s lounge. I had to go with her because I wasn’t in school yet. The teachers would come in on their coffee breaks and I’d ask embarrassing questions like “How old are you?” My mom would tell me over and over not to ask that, but I guess I wanted to embarrass her because I’d always ask it! At least I never asked what they weighed.
danlarios over 10 years ago
inflation?
dogday Premium Member over 10 years ago
When my son was a very chatty three- to four-year-old we were leaving the local coffee shop one afternoon. I had seen a man there who was as wide as he was tall and hoped my son would not see him as he was prone to remark on people. Each event was new for him so previous corrections weren’t applying yet. As we were standing at the register this man walked up behind us and my son turned toward him. Before I could think of a subtle way to remove him he said, loud and clear, “Boy is that man…”, and he paused as the universe came to a halt except for the flaming meteor of humiliation that was three feet from my head; “….STRONG!,” he finished. I can’t imagine what image of gibbering idiocy I presented as I grinned and patted his head and GOT THE HECK OUT OF THERE!
Asharah over 10 years ago
I remember a story a little girl just learning to count innocently asking if they should tell the lady ahead of them in the express lane that she had more than 10 items. Thoroughly embarrassed woman departs for another lane, mom tells little girl “I think she knows sweetie.”
goweeder over 10 years ago
One of my my great-granddaughters asked me, “Nana, why are you so old?”“Because I’m not dead, yet, dear.” I responded.
tlynnch over 10 years ago
When kids (twenty-somethings) ask me how old I am I tell them 917 but there can only be one. That usually leaves them thinking.
transylvanian over 10 years ago
Don’t you just love Elizabeth’s innocence? :)
Stephen Gilberg over 10 years ago
The cup hovering just beyond grasping fingers is pretty funny.
Gokie5 over 10 years ago
When my younger daughter, S, was four, a very chubby friend came to visit us with his family. Just before he pulled away in his car, S looked up at him and said, “You’re FAAAT!”I started remonstrating with her, but he smiled and said, “That’s ok, S. I AM fat!” The gentle lecture came later.When I was four or five, I can recall being on a Sunday-afternoon walk with my mom and dad. I ran ahead of them, and came up on a man who had lost part of his leg and was using crutches. I turned around, looked at my parents, and bellowed, “THERE’S A MAN WITH ONE LEGGG!” I saw my dad making exaggerated shushing motions, and learned that there are things you don’t say in front of people (or behind them, if they’re within earshot).
Gokie5 over 10 years ago
Knowing her, probably perturbation.
A purring cat is the best tranquilizer over 10 years ago
It’s obvious my skin doesn’t fit! Why should a child not remark on the obvious? They are observant about the world around them and very curious. That is a good thing,
tuslog64 over 10 years ago
Man to lady at the bar: You’re ugly!Response: You’re drunk!Response: At least in the morning, I’ll be sober!