Middle man is smooth. Well at least he used to be. He is the kind of child that goes up to a random adult and compliments them. "Nice dress." "Cool car." Generally adults think he is lovely. If he goes to a Birthday party he leaves shouting "That was the best party ever!" Until the next one which then is. He generally knows the right thing to say and when to say it.
Except last week.
Last week it all went a bit wrong where I was concerned. It started on Thursday in the park. Out of nowhere he burst into tears telling me how sad he would be when I die.
"I'm not planning on going anywhere just yet" I replied.
"I know, but I will just be so sad I wont stop crying."
I cuddled him and he laid across my lap. "When it does happen a long time from now, I want you to have a lovely life. Not cry all the time." I said as I looked into his deep blue eyes.
He sniffed a bit and then replied "OK Mummy, but I want you to know that I really love your moustache. It's so soft."
"Best go off and have a play" I said, whilst stroking my upper lip.
It didn't get any better on Friday. Again down the park after school. This time he sees a little baby. "Ah she's so cute" he exclaims. This coming from the boy that ran out of the hospital ward screaming "No, no, no!" when his little brother was born.
"Yes very cute, but don't think Mummy is going to have anymore babies"
"Really?" he questioned. He then stroked my tummy and said "but why is your tummy so big then?"
"Best go off and play" I said whilst patting my stomach.
So there you go, middle man has lost his smoothness. I hope it comes back soon before I develop a complex. And with that I had better go and look up hair removal and weight loss specialists.
Do your children compliment you in totally the wrong way?