Stone brought the Nutella and a couple of spoons into the living room this evening as I was creating the agenda for tomorrow Breadroot board meeting. I very happily had a few teaspoons of it, and then asked Stone to please move the Nutella away from me. He asked why, and I explained that that would prohibit me from eating any more, and showed him my poochy tummy. And he every so sweetly said, "Mom. You've had 4 babies. You're supposed to have that."
So, I like that thought. I've earned my poochy tummy! :)
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