When Landen was 5, we were shopping and he saw a woman whose torso indicated she may or may not have been expecting a baby.With no social filters in place, he pointed and exclaimed, "Wow! Look how big her belly is!"
Heavens to sunshine, I was mortified. One minute later and two aisles over - in hushed tones - I tried to explain that we never, ever point our fingers at people. And we only say words that encourage.
Cut to the following week's grocery run. Cue extra-large person numero two.
Landen smiles up at me with a self-imposed sense of skill-mastery and finesse. He extends his closed fist toward our fellow shopper of girth, and cheers: "His belly is AWESOME!!"
I know.
Don't.
Anyway ...
