I came back from a whirlwind trip to Vegas yesterday. (More on the trip later). I was at the house when our TCU nannies brought the kids home from school. The nannies look like this:
I was worn out from Vegas and an early flight home and wearing yoga pants and a clingy gray t-shirt with flip flops. As I was talking to the nannies, Luke ran up to me with excitement, placed his hand gently on my stomach, and asked, "Mom! Are you going to have another BABY!?!?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before answering him, "No . . . I'm not having a baby . . . I'm just fat."
The TCU girls looked embarrassed and amused. I felt embarrassed and amused. Luke was disappointed and responded, "Awe-uh!"
I squinted my eyes at him and asked with surprise, "Do you want me to have another baby?"
He looked hopeful and said, "Yeah!"
I shook my head. "No. I'm not pregnant, but I am reconsidering my outfit and will be starting a diet immediately."
Luke ran on. I groaned. The girls giggled.
I am currently on a diet and I intend to lose this food-baby ASAP.