Tuesday, February 5, 2008


On Saturday, we had a beef roast for supper and like the good mom that I am, I took any fat that was on it and put it on my plate. Brynn saw it and here is the conversation that followed:

B: What is that?
Me: Fat from the meat.
B: I don't have any fat.
Me: No, I took all the fat off already.
B: Does Daddy have any fat?
Me: No, just me.
B: Oh, so you're fat but Daddy and me aren't. (Insert Kevin tring not to laugh)

Thanks Kid. Just what I needed.


sweet-P's Mum said...

hey, I almost spat my fat out!

funny girl!


Vivian M said...

Poor Kerri is contantly comparing her belly to ours and wondering when she will get fat too.