Stuff like this is said in my house all the time and cracks me up. At the time I always think, I need to write that down and most of the time, I forget.
So now I'm writing it down.
Tonight, Faith hugs me and squeezes some of my love handle. Sweet girl. I say "Faith, don't squeeze mommy's fat." She says "You're not fat, mommy. You're tall."
"Awww, Faith. You don't think I'm fat? I'm tall??"
"Well, you're kind of tall."
"Just kind of tall?"
"Yes. But not really tall at all. And a little fat."
Love. This. Girl.
And now I'm on a diet.
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