October 20, 2013
I was standing in the halls of the church building, surrounded by my primary class of 10-year olds.
The girls were ooohh-ing and aaahh-ing over my belly, rubbing it while asking how much longer I had to go, and were all around excited that I will be having the baby soon.
As we proceeded into the primary room, I was walking by one of the boys in my class, whom I just love and adore, when he paused and turned to me.
After glancing at me uncertainly, he finally said in a very sincere and gentleman like way, "I don't mean to be offensive...," he paused for a brief moment to eye my protruding stomach, "but it kind of makes you look fat."
It's a good thing we were still in the hall because I burst out laughing. Hard.
I love that kid.