And so it begins….
We went out to our local Outback Steakhouse Friday night for dinner. Just like every other suburban family. As we are sitting outside, waiting the necessary 30 minutes for our table, the little spots a, hmmm, how shall I say this in PC terms, a larger than average person. And with all the innocence of a 3 year old, blurts out “Daddy, why he so BIG???” Ugh, what to do?? Is this a teachable moment, do we ignore him or do we tell him to be quiet?? We did a combination of all three, Mommy said “that’s not nice”; Daddy bumps his shoulder and says “maybe he’s got a thyroid problem”. And then it was promptly dropped. No more mention of the man, moving on to enjoy my down under dinner.
Skip to the next day, we are at a birthday party at a local farm and what does the boy see across the field? Another, larger than average person, and of course, the same question “why is he so BIG”? This time I was able to distract him with the prospect of going on a hay ride. Next time, I doubt I will have a wagon full of hay at the ready.
Does this mean we have entered the phase of “kids say the darnest things”? If so, we’re in for quite a ride, since our son will say whatever pops into his mind at that moment. And more importantly, does this mean that I need to step my workouts up so that I’m not his next victim?? Oh, the trials and tribulations of motherhood.
