Luke has always been obsessed with fat. Maybe it stems back to his birth when he was a chunky monkey and was the biggest kid in the nursery that day (weighing more than 9 lbs). Maybe it's the fact that most of his life I've either been prego or on a diet trying to lose the "baby fat". Whatever the reason twice in the past few days he has used "fat" inappropriately. Once after I asked him if so-and-so had their baby yet and he replied "no she's just fat". And the second time when we were talking about some of the Olympic athletes legs - they were HUGE muscles. And Luke kept calling them fat legs. I kept telling him they weren't fat they were muscle but he just didn't get it.
So last night at dinner I decided to teach him "hands-on" the difference between fat and muscle. Here's how the conversation went down.
Me: Luke feel my arm and how hard the muscle is (while flexing my really big strong biceps)
Luke: OK
Me: Now feel how soft this fat is (while grabbing a good chunk of the tire on my stomach)
Me: Do you feel the difference?
Luke: Yep.
Me: Good now you understand the difference and that people who are big or have lots of muscles aren't fat. You shouldn't call them fat. Actually a good life lesson is that you should NEVER call a girl fat.
Luke: You're fat mom and you're a girl (in a totally matter of fact tone)
My fault for doing "hands-on" with a 5 year old and showing him my fat. It was so funny.
2 comments:
I love this post Kathy....so cute! I love little kids, they are hilarious! One of the kids in my primary class told me a few weeks ago, while rubbing my pantyhose leg with one of his little fingers, "your legs are SO soft!" :)
When Luke calls you fat I know I am in BIG trouble. I totally mean that in a punny way, too.
I love kids.
Sassy told me once that she wanted to be a tall skinny mom like my friend Moe, not a short fat mom like me. Yeah, that was a boost to my self image.
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