Usually I wait for a wine suggestion, but I couldn't wait to post this one.
Because of the issues that little girls will have to deal with at one time or another, I don't like to use the word "fat" in our house. I went as far as crossing the word out in some of her books with a Sharpie so I didn't have to read it. Since she is my daughter and has Griffin genes, she will most likely deal with weight issues someday. (Good Lord, I hope not! )
This evening Chey and I went to our favorite spot for wings. We had a little too much and we rolled out of the restaurant.
Chey: Oh my gosh. Mommy, look at my stomach. It's fat!
Me: Don't say that word.
Chey: Why? Look, it's really fat.
Me: Because I don't like that word.
Chey: It's not a bad word.
Me: To me it is, so don't say it and don't ever call yourself or anyone else fat.
Chey: So, I can't say it at all?
Me: What the heck did I just say?
Chey: What about if I have to say words like, reduced fat or chicken fat or trans fat?
Me: Please stop talking.
I guess 8 years old is the "continue to ask Mommy a thousand questions until she screams at me" stage. UGH!!!
I'm confident that I will have a wine suggestion VERY SOON.
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