I need to learn.

From the myspace archive.

I need to learn.
(written February 11, 2007)

I was getting ready for work a couple of weeks ago, when I realized I hated everything in my closet. I was bloated, and nothing looked good. "Uuuugh," I groan, checking out the too tight jeans. "I feel so fat."

Now, the other day, I was planning my outfit around a specific pair of shoes. (Ladies, you understand, right??) Well, I just couldn't find the right shirt. "Uuuuugh," I groan, checking out the latest choice. My daughter walks up to me, and stands beside me observing the mistake.

"Mommy, are you fat again?"
"What?"
"You's belly?" she says, patting my abdomen. "Is you's belly fat again?"
"No, honey. Mommy isn't fat."
"But you were before."
"No, I wasn't."
"But you said 'Uuuugh. I feel fat.' You's belly was fat."

I tried to explain to her how bloating works, but how do you do that in three-year-old terms. She looked at me like I was crazy and simply said "So, you's fat." And promptly walked away to play.

Remind me to watch what I say in front of her.