At the amusement park last weekend, my six year old son felt it was his duty to provide in-line entertainment. He was working the crowd like a miniature Rodney Dangerfield.
At one point, a woman who was about five people back, looked at my son and said, “You are adorable!”
My overly dramatic kid let his jaw drop open, then he pointed at his chest as he feigned astonishment and asked, “Me?! You think I’m adorable?” Then his alter ego arrived (we call her Sybil) and he looked at the woman and loudly said, “I am NOT adorable”.
The people around us starting laughing and the woman’s husband scolded her and said, “How DARE you call a child adorable!”
My son giggled along with them, full-well knowing he had caused the merriment . Then he looked at me and quietly asked, “Mom? What’s adorable mean?”