My day got off to a rough start.

This morning as I sat at the computer, Karys ran up and crawled into my lap. She immediately started pounding on my stomach like it was a congo drum and told Carmi, “Mommy… daddy has a fat belly.”

For some reason, she and Eliana have had a fascination lately with the girth of my midsection.

Oh, but then…

I loaded Karys into the car and took her to preschool. As soon as the preschool worker opened the car door, Karys announced, “I told mommy that daddy has a fat belly.”

“He does??”, the worker asked incredulously.

“Yeah.”

“Well… that’s what happens when you get old.”