Kids Saying the Darndest Things
Having learned our lesson last week, our family went to the usual pizza place for dinner. After consuming a bottle of San Pellegrino Aranciata and maybe one piece of pizza (as opposed to last week’s pizza AND A HALF), 4yo Drake looked down at his distended belly and announced, “I’m fat!”
Drake has consistently been in the bottom third of weight percentiles, so he’s hardly that. G. Grod and I looked worried at one another about where he’d picked up this “fat” business, and immediately started damage control.
“No, you’re not fat. Your belly is full,” etc. Drake continued to repeat the word fat all the way to the car, so unfortunately we overdid it. Just as I gave a high sign and a whisper to G. Grod that we should drop it, Drake started chanting, “Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!” at the top of his lungs while G. Grod and I stifled our laughs.
Wouldn’t you know it, but 19mo Guppy then joined the chorus, “Fah! Fah! Fah!”
Just when things started to settle down and I thought we were out of the woods, Drake changed subjects. He picked up the Justin Timberlake CD in the back, and crowed, “Sexy!”
G. Grod and I continued to swallow our grins, but we didn’t say a word. And because we ignored it, he stopped.