So far the youngest spawn has successfully made it over 3 years without saying or doing something that completely mortified me and made me want to run away in utter embarrassment. Today, that streak sadly ended. When I picked my son up from daycare this afternoon he proudly declared that he had a good day, and then proceeded to tell me every detail of the toys he played with and the food he ate, everything was going well.
That is until we were sitting in the car pick up line (which is pure torture all on it's own) waiting to pick sister up from school. The windows were down as I was attempting to enjoy the semi warm weather we have had today. The toddler was in the back seat thoroughly entertained by the strings on the knees of his pants. That's when it happened... My toddler - who unfortunately has an attention span much like my own, looks up from those strings on his pants, and screams (loud and proud for all the world to hear) "Wow mom, that's a fat chic" I have no idea where it came from or where he even heard such a thing (mental note - quit referring to myself as the fat chic in front of the 3 year old) but there it was, he had said it, and yes every parent standing outside was looking directly at my car. I could feel my cheeks turning red with embarrassment, and it was at that very moment I declared that my tiniest spawn was no longer my favorite.
Ugh! I guess it is time for me to make mental inventory of my vocabulary, and make certain to spell things like "fat chic" when I refer to the 20 pounds I recently put on or the fact that my clothes no longer fit... I guess every toddler has their day, but dang not only has he taken all the fun away from my colorful vocabulary he has also destroyed self criticism. I think some payback is in order. yup, I think I will definitely be skimping on the chocolate in his next cup of chocolate milk!