There I was, ordering my Mothers' Day Subway sandwich, three-year old by the hand. An apathetic teenager was cutting my bread & asking me for the third time what kind of meat I wanted.
Lincoln: "Mom, I want some of these crackers. Your arms are squashy." It was almost a single thought (someone should teach that boy that the way to get a woman to do something for you is flattery, not honesty). Mr. Apathy didn't even blink as I stammered & sputtered in response.
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| Me, My Kids & a Mothers' Day Bird |
Thank you for reminding me that I am so blessed to have two healthy, happy kids who love & appreciate me, & if I have to pack a little squish that is resistant to diet & exercise, so be it. I would do it again with full disclosure. I just ask one thing: the next time you drop a truth bomb on me, Sonny Boy, can you do it at home? Or at least not follow your loud proclamations by smacking the butt of the unknown man in front of us? Is that too much to ask? Probably.
OH my gosh!! SO funny!! Yes, I too was told recently by a preschooler that my arms were "squishy" ... and YES, they were RIGHT!! I am 21 pounds down since February 1st and have a LONG way to go. The BEST part of the entire blog post was the part about your son "smacking the butt of the unknown man" ... LOL ... that is hilarious!! So, what did the man do or say??
ReplyDeleteI love how honest little boys are. Today at church in the middle of Mass, we were standing up and saying a prayer and Nate is standing next to me. He points to my rear-end and says, "Mommy goes poopy." Right out loud. Needless to say, there were a lot of chuckles around us.........
ReplyDeleteO-M-G- I could not stop laughing out loud at this post! So much truth to what you wrote, ah, three year olds. Happy Mothers Day! - AH/OH/AH
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