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.
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2 comments:
hey, I almost spat my fat out!
funny girl!
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Poor Kerri is contantly comparing her belly to ours and wondering when she will get fat too.
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