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.