It's all about taking compliments the right way

Yesterday morning while getting ready to go to the library, Ian wandered in the bathroom while I was curling my hair.

      "Momma, you're hot like LAVA."

 I preened a little.

       "Why, thank you. That is so sweet."

He jumped from rug to rug for a minute then looked up.

      "You know, how lava spreads and gets bigger?"





Just quit while you're ahead, son.