You already got to be a kid. It's my turn.

From the mouth of babes emerges this latest stroke of brilliance. More specificically, directed to Grandma this afternoon by my daughter. Poor, wonderful Grandmas, who, while trying to manuever onto a park swing, committed the cardinal sin of "hogging" my 4-year old's childhood.

A lesson there, I think.

You're old and I'm not. Neener. Neener. Now get your decrepit tush off that swing and push me.

Honesty. Wrapped in semi-pushy-almost-4-year-old-frankness.