My father was from the north and my mother from the Midlands. We always used to joke that there was a northern dictionary with the words tact and diplomacy omitted but sharp, blunt and to the point all included. If the phone rang my dad was not above telling the caller that the person they wanted was on the toilet. One time it was one of my male teachers. Thanks, Dad! Another remark that went down in family history was when my husband caught chickenpox from our oldest son. Luckily, he was not ill in the way many adults are with this disease but he was under the weather and had a lot of spots, particularly on his face. My parents came to visit and my husband mentioned his spotty face to my mother and myself. We tried to reassure him, saying that they were not too bad. My dad walked into my house and immediately said “good grief, Musicman, your face is a mess. I think you’re getting more spots all the time!” My poor husband went over to the hall mirror and had an instant relapse.
On the subject of babies, beautiful or otherwise, when my oldest son was a baby their was a lady with a baby of a similar age. She was an extremely plain woman with lank, mousy, shoulder length hair, receding chin, a very large nose and protruding teeth. The baby looked exactly like her except for the teeth as he didn’t have any at that point. All we could say was “he looks just like you.” She smiled and said “everyone says that.” There are ways of being honest and tactful.