Just 7 weeks to go before Keelyn's baby sister arrives. Apparently I am looking very different because the other night Keelyn said to me, "Mommy, you're not a girl, you're FAT!"
I sat with my mouth agape, staring at my two-year-old across the table, wondering where she learned this word AND the context.
Ryan didn't know whether he'd have to stop me from reaching across the table and strangling her, or if he'd have to console me if I started crying. I was proud to see his response and quick action. He'll be this type of referee on many more occassions with so many women in the Eller house.
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