Widget busted out this afternoon with "Daddy told me this morning that I'm getting chubby."

"He did? Really?" (meanwhile, rational brain is trying to re-assure the lizard brain that it's VERY unlikely that he did any such thing. Lizard brain is FAR too busy trying to figure out the best way to flay him for maximum pain if he did.)

"Yeah. But he told me that it's normal - when people grow up, they don't just get taller, they grow out too."

"I see."

So, when Wiley comes upstairs, I ask him "Did you really tell Widget that she was getting chubby?" and got the real story.

He'd merely told her that the jeans she wanted to wear this morning are too small for her. Which they are - I'd like to see the kid they were made for (I had to trim 2 inches off the bottom, and they totally don't fit her. They're made for the girl's size equivalent of a runway model, it would seem.)

So glad. I'd hate to have clean all that blood of the walls.