Thursday, April 7, 2011
Falling Fat and Fruitful Sundays
No, really, I'm not. Not by any sense of the word. But I'll admit that I had some weight issues after this last baby. You know the whole, "It takes nine months to lose it" thing? Well, I never believed that. It never took me more than four months.
Until my sweet little girl.
But anyway, my weightloss woes (and successes) are for another post. Or not.
More importantly, you have to watch what you say around your kids. At some point in the past eight months, I must've said something about not wanting a cookie because it would make me fat. I don't know. Can't recall saying it, but I must have. So two days ago, my 5yo son offered me a bite of his cookie. I said, "No thank you, honey."
At which point, my 2yo said in his sweet little boy voice, "Are you going to get flat?"
Um, no. At least, I hope not.
Oh, which just makes me remember something my 5yo said on Sunday. We were at church, listening to the religious talks, and one of the speakers in a prayer said that he hoped we could all "taste the fruits of the Holy Spirit" or something like that. The prayer ends, and my 5yo says, "Are we going to eat fruit?"
That made me laugh.
Children. They're hilarious.