While rolling down the road, Isabella (she’s 6) and I are talking about Santa. Inevitably, the conversation heads to my waist-line.
Iz: Daddy, you’re not fat like Santa.
Me: Well, thank you dear. I don’t think so, either.
Julianna (she’s 9) inserts herself into the conversation.
J: Isabella, what did you say?
Iz: I said that Daddy isn’t as fat as Santa.
Wait a minute.
Me: Honey, that’s not what you said. “Not fat like” and “Not as fat as” have two totally different meanings.
Iz: Well. But.. You both have grey hair.
Me: Not helping.