So I’m walking around the house sans shirt yesterday after a midday shower. The Dev stops me in my tracks and starts staring at my belly. Without a word he commences to poking. and squeezing, and pinching my blubber. He is not smiling. His facial expression is reminiscent of a doctor performing a checkup and finding something he’s become fascinated by, or perhaps concerned with. Then he drops the bomb:
“You have a fat belly.” He was deadpan in his diagnosis.
“What?“ I chuckled.
Squeeze, squeeze. Pinch, pinch.
“Way too fat.”
Then, as if his work were done, he walked away.
He shouldn’t talk. He doesn’t exactly have a six pack. Good thing I’m working out again (I’m calling it “getting back to basics”). I can’t deal with such candor from a four year old.
LOL – things kids say – lol
LOL! I just aked a commenter on my site when children’s “filters” kicks in – or if they ever do. Have fun at the gym!
Dang those honest kids! Dont’ worry…my husband is fighting the flab too…and he’s trying to stop smoking so its hard because its a natural reaction for him to pick up candy when he wants to smoke…its like two bulls coming to head..the fat or the smoking!
Nice, I’m right there with you. Well, in my own house, but you know what I mean.
I guess he is your best teamplayer.. wow, he actually motivates you and that is priceless!!.. don’t you think so? Go Dev!!
Eek! Yeah, I get the, “Mommy, you have a squishy tummy! Do you have another baby in there?”
Spring shape up is in full effect over here.