My observant and painfully honest three-year-old daughter sat behind me this morning while I was fixing my hair. At one point she said, “Mommy, your bottom is bigger.”
Foolishly and with trepidation I said, “Bigger than what?”
“Bigger than what?” [Did I ever mention that I’m a glutton for punishment?]
I finally realized that I wasn’t going to get a “bigger than a breadbox” kind of answer; what she was trying to say was “bigger than the last time I noticed.”
It goes without saying that parenting isn’t for cowards. Let me assure you that it isn’t for those with much need of ego stroking, either.