At the Wilson house, our dinner time conversation usually consists of:
Me: “Eat your (insert vegetable name) now!”
Ava: “But they are DISGUSTING!”
Me: “I don’t care, eat them anyway.”
“You are mean.”
Me: “Go to your room!”
*Stomping upstairs* *Slamming of door*
Yeah, that’s pretty typical here. But sometimes, hilarity happens. Here’s how it went down tonight:
Ava: “Momma, I think my belly is getting bigger.”
Me: “I think you are beautiful, Ava.”
Ava: “No, look at it (lifts her shirt). It’s bigger.”
Me: “Well, you eat a lot of junk food so maybe we should think about changing that.”
Ava: “What is junk food?”
Me: “Well, mostly kid food – pizza, hamburgers, sweets, Cheetos.” (She’s a freak for a good Cheeto)
Ava: “Oh, so do you eat a lot of junk food, then?” (She says as she stares at my stomach).
And then we both start laughing hysterically. She was completely kidding. She told a quick-witted joke and we both thought it was hilarious. That kid slays me. And I will be getting back on the treadmill tomorrow.