“Tyler, look at this picture. You were inside my tummy.”
“Mommy, I’m only going to say this once.” (This is the warning that precedes anything they know I don’t want to hear. Mommy, brace yourself. I won’t make this a habit, but I’ve got to say this just one time.)
“Mommy, you look… you look a little bit… fffff…. ffffaaaaa….”
He’s extra cautious, since ‘fat’ is on the list of Meanest Ever Words.
“I know, buddy. It happens.”
You were born nine days later. Believe me. I felt every bit fffff… faaaaaaaa….
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