'You're old, auntie. You don't have many wrinkles, though.'

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Or telling it like it is - the three-year-old's style. 

Last week, my niece looked me dead in the eye and called me - a 32-year-old, childfree, single woman - the o-word. When asked about the obviously unnecessary comment, visibly bored, the tiny troll shrugged her shoulders, added, 'you don't have many wrinkles, though' and proceeded with playing 'dog' (Chase from 'Paw Patrol' to be exact).

Soon after I had the time to digest the uncomfortable but meaningless truth, I smiled. Children will say you're weird, short, or fat without blinking an eye, and that's fine. No mercy, only their sweet, not yet mean-spirited, or corrupted minds telling it like it is, sharing meaningless facts.

Though I'm not a huge kids' fan - to say the least - and only tolerate ones that run around my sibling's house, I do admire their style. I wished I had the guts and purity of heart to say difficult things and mean well all at the same time. But hey, not everything is lost, right? At least, I don't have many wrinkles. Or so I'm told by my little rascal of a niece. 'Hey Olive! And you're barking for fun, how weird is that?' 

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