Oh the Innocence

This past Sunday we had one of the college students from our church over for lunch. He was dressed in the typical ragged jeans. This pair of jeans happened to have a hole in the crotch. My four year-old son, Will, with all the honesty and innocence of that age, walked up to him as he was sitting sideways in one of our kitchen chairs, pointed right at the hole and asked why it was there. The student hastily turned in the chair so that his legs were under the kitchen table.

I felt torn between laughter and embarrassment (for the student). I was leaning toward laughter but refrained as a show of good manners.