You are 5 different colors.

Children are always so honest. They speak their minds and have no social filter when its something that comes into their little heads.

Last week, I was out in the front yard with Captain Morgan. As usual, my ever watchful and vigilant neighbor  the "Meerkat" is out side too with plenty of questions.  She asks me why part of my lawn is dead, comments on the overgrown hedge of lavender bushes between our houses that host plenty of bees that she is afraid of - so I should cut them out, etc . .

Mr. Man comes out of the house to see what's going on out there. He is shirtless. "Meerkat" see's him coming and says, "Chris got big". I turn to have a look and laugh. Well, he isn't 20 years old and sticklike but actually, Chris, (aka Mr. Man) is smaller than usual. She has also mentioned that Captain looks bigger too and probably wants to say the same about me.

Everyone is bigger than little Meerkat. Petite and brown eyed and going to be beautiful as she grows up to look like her momma. . . but her momma never talks to me and apparently doesn't share her daughters inquisitive nature.

Mr. Man greets Meerkat  pleasantly and joins our  conversation. Then she says, "You are 5 different colors Chris," Again, she is spot on. Chris IS 5 different colors, varying in shades of red , pink,white, tan, and dark brown with a defined sleeve and neck line and tank top line making him to appear to be wearing 2 different shirts even though he's bare from the waist up.

Mr. Man is not amused. "I don't need my tan criticized in my own front yard!" and  goes back into the house.

Meerkat is not phased. "Now what are you gonna do? Are you going swimming? Eating dinner?"
No dear, we are not that exciting. We're going to watch Outlander and then go to bed~!