Grandma, you fat
I was changing into pajamas when I hear this little voice say "Grandma, you fat." At age three, Clementine's language skills increase exponentially, but still require a three second translation factor. I say "Huh?" "You fat Grandma." Well the kid is right. I am indeed quite fat. I say "I beg your pardon?" and give her a stern, eyebrow raised stare. She figures it out, says "nevermind." Literally "nevermind." Kids have no filters. With a somber demeanor, Henry announced to me one day, "Grandma, you're very old. You're going to die soon." He added, "I'm really going to miss you." "Thank you Henry"