Short & Bittersweet

My youngest son Ty has a way with words.  He has since he learned to talk.  If I have children being clever or saying something poignant  in my books its probably because son Ty said the same thing in real life.

This morning was one of those moments.

I was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase zipping up his black skateboard sweatshirt covered in little skulls and he says to me, “Mom, you’re getting fat.”

I glance down and my stomach is hanging out between my white sweatpants and turquoise t-shirt.   There was a fair amount of belly there.   “I know, honey.”

He gives me a sympathetic smile.  “At least you know its working.” 

I just hope he’ll be as supportive when I go to lose the baby weight.

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