These complaints just so happened to coincide with my annual pap smear appointment (TMI?) that I had been putting off making because they suck. One afternoon last week, as my kids and I were stuck at a broken red light that was taking a while to get fixed, I whipped out my phone to just get it over with.
As I talked to the receptionist, I heard my kindergartener pipe up from the back seat.
“Why are you making a doctor’s appointment, Mom? Is something wrong?”
Then, suddenly, I heard realization dawn in his voice. “Ooooh,” he said, and I watched him nod his head knowingly at me in the rearview mirror. “Is it because of your fatness?”
It wouldn’t have been funny if he’d been trying to be a little a-hole. He hadn’t been. The comment came from a really honest, concerned place, and I could not stop laughing.