Saturday afternoon Luke politely asked, "Mommy, what kind of people are fat people?"
Me, "Um . . . Wow . . . Hmm . . . I guess all kinds of people are fat people. Young people, old people, white, black, and yellow people. Fat people could be boys or girls, mommies and daddies, grandmas." I shrugged my shoulders. "You know, fat people could be anyone."
Me, in my head, "Oh, he's going to be a messed up little boy. What a weird question."
Sunday afternoon, I was getting ready to go into the pool with the family. I had just rubbed sunscreen on the three little ones and was applying the less than 100 SPF sunscreen to my body which was comfortably, if not attractively, outfitted in my I-Don't-Give-A-Shit-How-I-Look bikini. As I rubbed sunscreen into my stomach, Luke came up to me, pointed to my belly and exclaimed with amusement, "Mommy! You're belly is soooo FAT! You're one of the fat people!"
I stopped rubbing in the sunscreen, sighed and muttered, "Thanks, Luke."
Needless to say, I started back on my diet yesterday.