“Mom, why are you fatter than us?”
“Ahem. Because I’m pregnant, Sterling.” Note the moment of “’thankyouverymuch Dear Son’ going on just here.
“No, not your belly. I know that’s the baby. Why are you fatter down here?” He points to his thighs.
“Because I’m a grown up.” My tone must have let on my pleasure at his topic of conversation at this point.
“When I grow up, I bet I’ll be fat like you too.” You’d better hope so, Dude. You won’t always be as cute as now and then… you just wait!
“Mom, do you want to skate with us?” What would that look like, exactly? Besides a broken nose when I tip over from the displaced center of gravity? “Gee, thanks, but I’ll watch.”
Charlotte loves canned green beans but won’t eat them when I cook them fresh from our garden. What does that mean? She’ll be easy to cook for – or harder?
Sterling got new boots from grandma. They lace up around the hooks at the top of the boot. The first time he asked me to tie them, he asked, “Are you sure you know how to tie this kind, Momma?” He also insulted Eden by trying to tell her how to do it. Her response?” “Sterling. Seriously. My skates have hooks like that. I’ve done this before.”