Before beginning this next dialog, let me set the scene.
This story begins last Saturday evening after a lovely service at Greenhouse Church with my sister, Tara, my mother, and but of course Tristan. What’s to follow you ask? Nothing but a few strange compliments from my three year old.
We were all saying our “see you laters” and exchanging hugs, when Tristan looks at my sister in all seriousness.
Tristan: “You have pretty eyebrows.”
He then looks at my mother.
Tristan: “You have pretty lips.”
As you probably guessed my turn was coming next.
Tristan: “You have… blue eyes.”
Of course mine wasn’t a compliment. Just a matter of fact statement.
I must say I truly appreciate my sister’s compliment most. I mean having pretty eyebrows in the age of permanent tattoo’d makeup, and drawn on masterpieces, well, that’s quite an accomplishment. Kudos to you Tara.