The day before my surgery I was talking to the kids frequently about what was going to be happening. Being the dutiful and wise mother that I am (cough, cough), I knew I had to explain things in terms they could understand, without causing them worry. I was telling A that I was going to go to the doctor to get my tummy fixed. Here’s how the rest of that convo went down:
Me: I’ll be gone for a day or two while the doctor fixes my tummy.
A: I’m glad you are getting it fixed!
Me: You are? Why are you glad?
A: Cause now I won’t have to say that word to your tummy anymore.
Me: What word is that?
A (in a whisper that could wake the dead): The FAT word.
2 Comments
February 16, 2007 at 7:13 pm
kids… why are they honest to us when we don’t want them to be?!
February 16, 2007 at 11:00 pm
AH hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! LOL!
Oh, sorry Lane. Darn kids!
How are you feeling? Hope you’re getting some much needed rest.