Friday Fun

There's a certain older woman at church who thinks one of my sons is really cute (he is, of course) and always goes out of her way to speak to him.

One day she told him his eyes were so pretty, they ought to belong to a girl. Her husband scolded her. "Don't say things like that to a boy!" he said. "You'll embarrass him!"

Well, one day at lunch this particular son was making horrible faces at his siblings. I teased him: "Even when you're making awful faces, you have beautiful eyes!"

His little brother laughed. "Mrs. C says his eyes belong on a girl!"

"She just said that because he has those really long eyelashes," I explained. "Girls always want long eyelashes, and envy boys who have them."

My older son shrugged. "It doesn't bother me," he said. "And Mrs. C is a nice lady. I like her."

His little brother nodded. "I like her, too. She is nice." But then he paused, considering something apparently quite weighty. Finally he said, "Do her husbands just keep on dying?"

We stared at him, baffled.

"Not that I know," I said finally. "Why would you ask such a question?"

"Well, there's evidence," he said in all seriousness. "She wears rings on all her fingers."