This has been my 5 year old's way of describing things the past few weeks. Here are a few examples:
Mom, I want those big fat Mommy strawberries. The one's that are fat like you.
Mom, I went a big fat Mommy poop. Look how fat it is, like your belly.
Mom, I want a big fat Mommy cookie, round like you, please? (At least there was a please, right?)
Seriously, she said all of these. Yes, I have grown out and around quite a bit. I keep telling myself it is swelling, wishful thinking. I still love her to death and she makes me laugh when she says these. I just never thought of describing a strawberry, poop, or cookie as "a big fat mommy" type of thing.
2 comments:
When Danielle was little, I remember her always grouping things in three (including her poop). There had to be a mommy, daddy, and baby.
Not everyone can be as tiny as Sammy. What a brat!
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