I spent Saturday with Mommy, Daddy, Auntie Ellie and Uncle Wade shopping for Uncle Wade’s curtains for his new townhouse. We then went to eat pho together. I realized that being in a pho restaurant made my beloved Peg Perego carseat stink. It’s a small sacrifice for something so yummy. I’m thinking I’d better grow teeth soon so I can try some.
All this time together was nice, but Auntie Ellie and Uncle Wade totally made fun of me and I can’t even defend myself! Auntie Ellie said I had a “muffin top” above the waistband of my pants. Uncle Wade said that I had “cankles” and a “muffin top” on my feet. I don’t know which of them said it, but one of them said that I had an extra fold in my forearm where there shouldn’t be an extra fold. All of this boils down to one thing — I’m chubby.
Mommy didn’t seem concerned about these not-so-subtle hints that I’m fat. In fact, she seemed rather proud that others were noticing my chubs — it meant that her breastmilk is indeed, good stuff! She figured that all I eat is breastmilk and since babies stop eating when they are no longer hungry, it’s all normal. It’s healthy fat (if there is such a thing.)
