Transparent

I'm nowhere near as transparent as my kids.

They wear their emotions on their faces like they do their ice cream.

Sometimes it frustrates me (the emotions, not the ice cream). Do we really need to cry when the dog nudges past us? When a macaroni noodle falls in our lap? When we taunt our little brother to hit us and then he does?

Other times I think, maybe life would be better if we were all so transparent. We get good at hiding our emotions as we get older. So good, in fact, that those closest to us may never truly know what we're feeling.

Maybe we all need to spend a bit more time crying over spilt noodles.