He was about eight at the time and we were on our way to a Weight Watchers meeting. As a single parent, I either had to bring them with me or hire a babysitter. With the cost of Weight Watchers already stretching the budget more than was comfortable, I had to take them with me.
I had planned carefully. Thing One had his Nintendo DS, Thing Two had a book. I thought, I’ll weigh in, sit in the back and if they get crabby, I’ll slip out. As we were pulling into the parking lot, my oldest son, with a serious face, pipes up from the back seat of the van,“
Hey, Mom, you know what?”
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “you don’t need to go to Weight Watchers.”
and just when I was about to say,
“Awwww…how sweet, Honey, that you love me just the way I am,”
“You’re built for comfort, not speed.”
Welcome to my world.
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