I’ve been talking to Jason Jr. about the baby. Last night he was more curious than usual. I told him the baby was growing in my belly and wouldn’t come out for a long time. He wanted to keep talking about it, but I told him to go bed.
This morning I went into his room and woke him up. The first thing he said was, “I love you baby Mommy.”
Tonight Jason was reading to the kids and I was holding our little boy. I asked him, “Where is the baby?”
“In you belly,” he replied.
“Where is that?” I asked.
He pointed to my belly and then looked up and said, “You fat Mommy.”
“No I’m not!” I gasped in pretend shock.
“Yes you are!” he smiled.
Well, I guess there is no fooling him! Let the fat times roll!
Yes indeed… But in Africa they think there is something wrong with people who aren’t fat. They kind of look down on one and think that one must be poor if one’s not good and chubby! I like that outlook on life (personally)…
awwhhh
Jason Jr. is adorable. 🙂 No worries about being called fat. Tis the season
one might say (due to your incubation status). It’s all for the baby and
will pass.
Having been to Africa myself, I agree with Robin that the outlook of a
healthy weight being more than a size 2 might be just what the doctor
ordered for our American society today. We should take a lesson from
the cultures around us, moderation in consumption and not being
obsessed with image. But, I digress. Sorry, I stumbled onto a little soap
box of mine. 🙂
Kids! They are such truthful commentators. I recently had a little boy say to me, “When I am big, I am going to be fat, just like you.” Well, he sure is aspiring to much.
Kids are so cute and innocent!
LOL!!! That put a huge smile on my face today. 🙂 Kids say the darnedest things.
So did you give him a time out after that remark? 🙂