Friday, October 30, 2009


I like to think of myself as one who can take criticism. After all, I can give it, so you tend to learn. I can not, however get used to my children's totally innocent, direct comments. This is how our day started today:

Brodie is on the couch. I brush my teeth, get dressed and go sit on the couch next to him. He is exceptionally cuddly, which is nice in the morning. He starts rubbing my back, which is totally normal, he always tries to butter me up when he wants a good back scratch. So, as he is commencing with the back rub, he says to me:

"You're a little bit skinnier than all of the fat people."

What? Where did this come from? I say "Oh really honey? But I'm still fat?'

He says "Yeah, but you are just a tiny bit fat."

Thanks, Brode.