A Saga: The Honest Truth

Throughout my life, people have often told me that they depend on me for my honesty and bluntness. From the stories I hear from my parents, I was honest and blunt the moment I could put a full sentence together. Let’s rewind shall we?

I was a bald 2 year old with an unusually deep and husky voice. My face was as round as the moon, and my smile stretched from ear to ear. I would traipse throughout the house wearing my pink ballerina tutu, pointing at everything in sight and whispering, “wassat?”

Don’t be fooled, though, by this sweet ballerina girl appearance.

Every morning, mom would take my older brother, Jeremy, to school. I would still be sleeping when she left, so the seemingly nice neighbor lady with big curly hair would come over and wait for me to rise and shine. I would rise, but shine I would not—I never have been a morning person. As usual, I would waddle out of my room with my short chubby legs, yellow blankey (WITH silky) attached to my nose, and thumb glued to my mouth. I would plop myself on the couch with neighbor lady and simply sit there seemingly half awake. Unfortunately, poor neighbor lady was fooled by my appearance of oblivion as I sat there on the couch… little did she know that I was aaallllways watching. Just because I had a blankey at my nose, didn’t mean I couldn’t see out of my eyes! Mom came home. The average 2 year old would have jumped off the couch, run to her mommy in excitement, and hugged her leg. Me? Not so much. I simply walked over to mom (blankey still in hand, of course), and in my deep husky voice exclaimed, “Mommy, that lady was looking through your purse.”

Needless to say, neighbor lady never came back.

Let’s fast forward a little. I am now the age of 3, and have managed to sprout a few fuzzies on my head. Like every typical 3 year old, I had questions.…

To be continued…