Warren has a habit of bringing up random subjects from the back seat of the car. Stuff he’s been pondering for awhile and suddenly feels the need to share with me. It’s one of my favorite parts of driving with the kids.
“Mama, do you know who my favorite character is in Curious George? Nurse Carol.”
“Oh really?” I queried. This was news to me. I couldn’t wait to hear more about it. “Why’s that, bub?”
“Because she’s really pretty. And young,” he said in a dreamy sort of voice.
I couldn’t help but giggle. Occasionally, he mentions such fancies, but it’s rare. I decided to probe further.
“She helps people, right? Because she’s a nurse. Do you also like her because she’s nice?” I wanted to know. His affirmative answer gave me some hope that the attraction ran deeper than youthful appearance. He thought for a moment and then expanded.
“Mom, all people that are pretty are nice, too, right?”
Oh, a hard lesson to learn.
“No, son. Not all people that are pretty are nice. And not all people who aren’t so pretty are mean,” I explained. “Sometimes how they are on the outside is different from what they are on the inside. It just depends.”
“Yeah, like some people can look like a mean, bad pirate but can really be nice inside,” he observed.
Exactly, son. Exactly.