The past few weeks my belly has really begun to grow and my choice of pants to wear has dwindled from MANY to five. I had to buy a few longer shirts to accomodate the growth as well. At 27 weeks along, most people tell me, "Oh, you look so petite or small." But I feel quite big and cumbersome.
Thursday night B was out playing basketball for the evening. As I squatted down to wipe G's face after dinner he immediately ran behind me, threw his arms around my neck and climbed up on my back saying,
"Mama, I want to ride you like a pig."
Now, I don't usually think of myself as being sensitive about the weight gain, but I've gotta admit my first thought was, "My 2 year old is calling me fat."
My second thought was, "What is he talking about, people don't ride PIGS."
I had to share this with someone and B was out for the night, so I called my sister.
It was only in the retelling of the story that I realized what G was talking about.
He wanted a piggy back ride........
Monday, October 12, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)






4 comments:
hehe!! Kids are awesome!!
This is excellent!
Paranoia runs deep :) My friend, you will never be fat.
This is excellent! Work from home India
Post a Comment