Natural Sceptre

Apparently, I am not meant to tell John that he has “pretty coloring.”  We were sitting in my car eating at lunchtime (I brought him food because he’s been sick and I don’t trust him to eat enough to make himself well) and he was wearing an orange thermal shirt. It was only like, 98 degrees outside, or whatever, but he doesn’t feel good. Sometimes I like to get my face as close to his as I possibly can and look at him.  It’s cute because he’ll close one eye and get all squinty, like he’s trying to see me but I’m too close.  Today as I was hugging him goodbye, I did this, and noticed that he’s got a very nice combination of pale skin, freckles, blue/grey eyes, and red hair.  So I told him the colors were pretty.  I didn’t mean that he is pretty.  He is handsome.  Of course.  But he told me that one day I’d learn how to describe these things accurately, preferably before I had a son who would go, “Moooommmm!!!” if I told him he was made up of pretty colors.