faulty vision
“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.
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