Our children have reached the age when they can be emotionally brutal - we are often told how fat we are, and how we are such big failures for not having dinner ready on time or something, which ain't exactly a thrill.
But it does mean I listen to them when they inadvertently pay a huge compliment, because I will grasp onto that truth like a man who is drowning in the world.
I was going to get a haircut the other day, but the six-year-old came into the room when I was watching Two-Lane Blacktop and she said the two guys in that looked just like me, 'except for the glasses', and considering those two guys were James Taylor and Dennis Wilson, the prettiest of all the 70s soft rock scene - and there was some stuff competition there - I can put off that haircut for a couple of weeks.
The child has spoken. I listen to the voice of truth. I don't need a haircut.
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