Time to stop using platitudes

We were out at Massadoah for the gorgeous weekend, and Zoe gave everyone (adults included) tattoos.  Many people received multiple tattoos.

One afternoon, she was giving Noa a tattoo on her lower leg, and Noa’s leg was propped up on the table at a rather impossible angle.

“Zoe,” she said.  “This kind of hurts.”

“Well,” said I, in that annoying way adults have of inserting themselves into a conversation children are having, “sometimes beauty can be painful.”

(Full disclosure, it was an asinine thing to say, not sure why I even said it.)

And then our amazing, brilliant, funny, interesting daughters had their say.

Zoe:  You mean like in the 15th Century when women used white lead powder on their faces to look beautiful?

Noa:  Or when a baby is being born?

“Yes, exactly, girls.” I said before I tucked my tail between my legs and sought out Buds to tell him what had just transpired.

No more offhand, psuedo-funny comments from me.