Love His Honesty

Hayden is four.

Four is a funny age. Throw in that he was NOT born with a filter that prevents him from saying things that may be inappropriate, and you’ve got instant entertainment.

Yesterday morning, my little guy came to the side of my bed wearing his Pirates of the Caribbean pajamas and put his face on mine. He skipped the good morning greeting, and instead mumbled something about wanting to play a game on the computer. He was bound and determined to play a basketball game his big brother had played online the day before.

That’s all well and great, though I had no idea how to find it. So Hayden impatiently began to explain the process.

”Mooooooooooom. You just go to the top of the screen, and click on the blue thing, and then you go over to the bottom of the screen and click on the red box, and then you go over to that one thingymajiggy where it flashes on and off and click that too, then click on a little boy with an orange ball in the right corner. That’s all, Mom.”

Hey, seemed easy enough.

So, I rolled on to the floor with bedhead and sore legs from dancing the night before, then sat down at my computer. Would you believe, Hayden’s instructions were dead-on? Sure enough, it took me to a kid’s online game site! Then Hayden blurted out, “Oh, by the way, Mom…”

...You have a booger in your nose.”

Oooooookay.

I guess it's not all bad. The boy will give great directions when he’s older, and you’ll never wonder if you have spinach in your teeth.