That’s Ugly…
Someone else's kid strikes an ugly face.
Can you imagine what it’d be like if one of your coworkers called you on your facial expression the way I call my kid on his? “Hey, wipe that ugly look off your face!” I bet that you wouldn’t respond the way my boy does. He usually smiles, or sometimes throws a tantrum that results in discipline and eventually reconciliation.
For some reason, once we’re past the age of… 14? 18? I’m not sure, but somewhere in there, we are given (or take) the right to pout without consequence. Somehow, all of the sudden, the thing our parents likely spent years calling us on is okay. Go figure.
Maybe we’d be better off if we kept on working at it.
Probably.
Just don’t remind me that I said that the next time you catch me pouting. Instead, just say “Wipe that ugly look off your face.” I’ll probably come back with something about it being permanent.
Just kidding.
That could be your youngest nephew (on this side). It’s just the kind of hat he likes to wear, too. It isn’t him, though, is it?
Nope, not my youngest nephew. Random child! I do see the resemblance, now that you mention it!