Today, out of the blue, my daughter exclaimed, “I know that you are not my grandmother’s son.” Her remarks appalled me as a two-year-old child could not have thought of something like that on her own, so she must have heard it from someone 
I was peacefully watching TV on the couch after work today. It was a typical, peaceful, and cozy day. As she always does, my daughter was walking about the area and muttering to herself. I barely paid attention because she is just two years old, still uses a lot of different words, and speaks in a very basic way.
She abruptly approached me, positioned herself directly in front of me as shown in the picture, crossed her arms, and scowled.
“Dad,” she uttered gravely.
“What is it, my love?” I grinned, expecting to hear something about cookies or toys.
“I am aware of a secret.”
I even grinned.
“Go ahead and tell me.”
“You are not the son of your grandmother.”
I froze. I initially believed that I had misheard her.
“What did you say?”
Already little upset, she reiterated, “You are not her son.”
I chuckled, assuming it was a kid’s fantasy.
“What makes you believe that?”
She scowled even more.
“Avoid laughing. It’s accurate.
I became uncomfortable at that point. Words like that cannot be created by a youngster so young. She must have heard it from someone.
“Did Grandma tell you that, sweetie?”
“No.”
“Mom?”
“No.”
I leaned in her direction.
“Then who?”
After she gave me a very close look and said something in her straightforward, innocent English that totally astonished me
“Me.”
“How, you?” I didn’t comprehend.
She started explaining as clearly as she could:
“You don’t have the same appearance. Grandma is attractive. Her hair looks lovely. Lovely lips. a floral outfit.
She paused, gave me a glance, and continued:
“And you— yuck.”
I couldn’t resist asking, “What do you mean ‘yuck’?”
“Your stubble is scratchy. And hair here,” she said, pointing with her finger to my chest. “You’re not attractive. She is not your mother, then.
Then she muttered as she leaned in closer:
Just keep it a secret. Grandma will not be happy.
I didn’t say anything at first, but then I started laughing so much that I started crying. I assured her that I would keep it a secret.
She actually said the same thing to her mother and grandmother that night. using the same logic and the same serious expression.
