*click*
This is why I like children. When we get to adulthood we can't get away with such honesty (not that I'm saying your nephew is right!). I'm jealous of kids because they can speak openly without the filters of cunting political correctness. I prefer an honest insult to a cloaked complement any day.

e.g. I woke up, looking particularly rough the other morning - tripping over my eyebags. I wondered aloud who the fuck had slipped the ugly pills in my last drink the previous night.

To which my son replied - looking puzzled - "But you look like that every morning..."
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 19:31, Reply)