My dear, sweet, ever-so-loving little boy was sitting at the kitchen counter this evening. His 5 yr old chin so delicately resting on his hand when he inquisitively asked: "Mom are you fat?"
I looked up ever-so-shocked and retorted, "No, I'm not fat! Why would you ask me that?"
And he responded ever-so-matter-of-factly, "Well, you don't LOOK fat but your butt sure is getting bigger. Haha." (And yes, he actually said "Haha" instead of laughing.)
And I ever-so-stated, "Go to your room.... And stop looking at mommy's behind."
About Me
- mb
- Indiana, United States
- I'm not a writer and will never claim to be. I'm a little too wordy but won't edit moments. I never know what the day will bring, but I'll always seek the path made just for me. I'm an "as-is" kinda woman and don't feel the need to apologize for it. Give it a try, you may just find yourself too. Finally, finally, finally, I am awake.