Scenario: A candid discussion this evening with my 4 year old daughter.
Chloe: Mommy, I thought you were going to help me make a sculpture tonight.
Me: I will, Chloe. Mommy is tired, let me rest for five more minutes.
We sit and watch the end of this week's episode of Desperate Housewives via the DVR. A bow-flex type commercial comes on the TV with super fit models demonstrating how easy it is to exercise.
Chloe: Look Mommy, that's what you need!
Me: Oh? You think Mommy needs to work out?
Chloe: Yep. (and pokes my tummy and pretends her hand gets lost)
Painful as it is, when small children call you fat, they're not exaggerating. Anyone need a running partner? I'm not quite fit for hot chick yoga night, but I'll start working towards it.
In other news, I kissed Matthew on the face until he fell asleep in my arms. My heart is full.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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