Y’all are so crazy sweet. But to give some substance to my constant whining about my less-than-svelte physique, let me recap this conversation I had last night with WonderGirl and myself:
WG, looking up at me: You’re big.
Moi: Um, yes.
WG: Big like Mungus!
Moi: Oh - Mungus the giant from Dragontales? Yep, I’m sure tall. *(thinking - gee thanks kid - but let’s leave it at that, m’kay?)*
WG, patting my still protruding and flabtastic belly: And you have a big tummy!
Moi: gurgle.. sniff…
(at this point, SexyHusband is being no help at all and is trying not to laugh in the corner)
WG: When is the other baby in your big tummy going to come out?
………………..!
So you see folks, I take a picture at a flattering angle and you wonderful bloggers come out and give me that ego boost I so desperately needed and BLESS YOU for it, because the feedback I get in real life from the only person I interact with for most of the day that has verbal skills - less than helpful. Dang kid, we need to start teaching her how to lie.
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