Part of the joy of kids is their sheer unfiltered honesty. They say what they think, when they think it, without affectations or filters. They ask questions that can range from deliciously sweet to heartbreakingly poignant. And they have no need for social niceties.
When my son was three, he paid me one of his highest compliments.
Mama, you are just like a super-hero.
Coming from a boy obsessed with all things super, this is about the best thing he could say to me. My mind filled with reasons why. I was magical, powerful, his savior, his hero.
Oh thank you sweetheart, what makes you say that?