The precious one was laying on the rug today watching some shark DVD or other, I was putting away groceries. Out of the blue and without looking at me he says
“Mama you’re not fat”
Delirious and a little giddy with joy;
“What did you say?”
“I said you’re not fat”.
That’s what I thought he said – and we’re not even in a toy shop!
“Why do you say that bub?”
“I just know that you worry about it, and I don’t want you to worry about it”.
Oh that is sweet and scary. I need to shut my mouth more often – around Ethan and food!
And then, when I am rolling out the pastry for the steak and vege pie, he sneaks under the window and lays this pile of delicious spring flowers on the window sill – what a perfectly matched palette!