One aspect to spending lots of time with the kiddos is coming to terms with their unrelenting honesty. Kids just haven’t yet learned the nuance of white lies or neglecting to announce uncomfortable truths. They’re not afraid to tell me that my clothes are “old lady clothes” or my hair is “silver” or when I have a little mustache. Sometimes it’s charming, sometimes it’s less charming.

Recently Stephanie asked me why I’m always weepy – now I’ve been having some dry and teary eye issues lately and really thought it was just a me-problem. Realizing that even my 9-year old granddaughter noticed caused me to start doing some research about the condition.

I stumbled upon Theralife and have some options for dealing with an uncomfortable and unattractive condition. So, damn, I guess that childish honesty serves a purpose?

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