The Truth Hurts

I was given a dose of the cold, hard truth this morning. Let me relay to you my conversation this morning with my 6 year old, as I walked in the house coming back from the gym.

Aaron: "Good morning Dad."

Jason: "Hey bud, good morning. How did you sleep?"

Aaron: "I slept well. I love you."

Jason: (my head is swelling w/ pride) "Well, I love you too."

I rub his head in a manly kind of way, trying to be affectionate somewhat, as I didn't want to hug him; I was sweaty.

Aaron: "I'm hungry, can you fix me some breakfast. Mom's still in bed with Chase."

Jason: (Chuckling and now realizing why he just told me he loved me). "Sure, buddy. Do you want sausage biscuits?"

Aaron: "Yes"

After a long pause while I am fixing his breakfast and turning my coffee pot on...

Aaron: "I know who in our family is cute."

Jason: (Wondering where in the world this came from) "Oh really! Who here is cute?"

Aaron: "Fritz!" (this is our little mini-schnauzer)

Jason: "You think so? Well, I think I'm cute. What do you think about that?"

Aaron: "Well, sorta I guess. I think the order goes like this: Fritz, me, mommy, Chase, Hank, and then you."

Ouch! Sometimes the truth really hurts.....