Kids say things. Loud things. At inopportune times. This I know.

So, the time when Alexis and I were in the grocery store and a VERY large guy wearing a leather Harley jacket, chains, and I-can-kick-your-ass boots went swaggering by, I wasn't surprised to hear her proclaim, "Look, momma, he has a ponytail! Boys don't have ponytails!" (I was surprised to learn he had a good sense of humor. He proved it by retorting, "Some boys DO have ponytails.")

I'm never embarrassed by Alexis' need to comment on my business in public restrooms. It's become expected for her to ask, "Are you pooping?" or "What was THAT noise?" I've never hidden after she commented on some stranger's actions either. "Wow! Somebody is pooping really big!"

She's a kid. Kids say things.

Thus, tonight when we were gathered around a table at Pizza Hut and Alexis glanced over a the register and yelled, "LOOK!" I full expected to hear some kid-like commentary. At the register stood two teenage boys who seem to be under the impression that it's sex-ay to buy pants twice the size that you actually need, and then to cinch them in place using a belt around their knees. I expected Alexis to comment on the fact that their underwear were hanging out, or that they needed to pull up their pants, or for her to say they looked silly.

We were seated not more than ten feet away, so I knew they would hear her. I mentally prepared myself for them to turn around to see who dared mock their fashion choices. Finally, Alexis figured out what she wanted to say.

"LOOK! There's candy in the kitchen!"

Of all the times to NOT comment on douchebaggery, she chose that moment. I was so disappointed.