“Did I tell you what he said to me today?” the Guy asked.

“No,” I said.

“We were at Trader Joe’s, and he wanted to buy some snacks. I told him no snacks, because I was fat enough already. And he said, ‘Yeah, you’re too fat.’”

I laughed. (Well, who wouldn’t?) Hobbes was busily pushing trains around the living room floor, and didn’t look up.

“Hobbes,” I said. “Is Mommy too fat?” Dangerous territory, but I had to ask.

“No,” he said.

So now I know: my kid is smarter than average. Go figure.