Gotta love a child’s honesty.

Today, Keith, Nora, and I were having lunch at Wendy’s. We were sitting there having a nice quiet lunch, when a middle-aged man came and sat within Nora’s line of sight.

I don’t embarrass easily, but I also don’t encourage things being said to cause anyone else embarrassment.

So, anyway, he sits down and Nora says as she points, “He’s a boy. And look, he has hair like mine.”

And he did.

I looked up at about the same time he heard her comment. So what did I do? I simply said, “Yes, he does” and tried to distract her.

I would have been fine, but Keith, who had his back to the guy, was laughing so hard he was shaking. Granted, he wasn't laughing at the guy, just the situation.

After the Nora-haired man left, I told Keith that we were definitely paying for our raising. I, for too long, have been overly vocal and I guess Nora also has that gene.

FYI – After this incident, an older lady came in with bright orange-ish red hair. And you know what? I caught myself pointing it out to Keith.

Like mother like daughter.

Snow in Varnell

So we didn’t exactly get the big snow I was hoping for, but we did have enough for Nora to try and catch some. She and Keith were outside as the snow came down. Nora loves it! She definitely takes after me in that respect. I would be ecstatic to get a few inches of the fluffy white stuff, but realize that will probably not happen any time soon.

Here’s a picture of Nora trying to catch a snowflake on her tongue. She thinks it’s the greatest thing to do except for the wet stuff getting in her eyes. The last flurries we had, I told her to close her eyes when she was catching them, thus generating the below response.

The other picture is probably her reaction when she was unsuccessful. Even frustrated, she’s just too cute.