So this is a conversation Parker and I had before church last week.
Parker: What's that? (Referring to my very unfortunate love handles.)
Me: It's fat Parker.
Me: Yes fat.
Parker: Oh. (Pause) Remember when you were wearing that dress last night and you were fat?
Me: Yes. I remember...unfortunately.
Parker: You're fat mom. (Notice...not phat with a PH.)
Me: Yes. I am.
Parker (in a sing-songy voice): You're Fat in the Hat. Fat in the Hat. Fat in the Hat.
I then had to explain to him that although I am fat, it's not a nice thing to call people because it hurts some peoples feelings. Luckily, it didn't hurt mine...I was fighting back laughter, not tears. I was just afraid he might call his Sunbeam teacher 'Fat in the Hat' so I had to put an end to it pretty quick.
Since then, I've had to be careful about using the word 'fat.' I frequently refer to Grayden as 'Fat Baby' and Parker has to point out that I'm not being nice. And today, Spencer was reading the label on some fat-free carmel apple dip. Parker freaked out and told him that was not a nice word. To further confuse my 3 year old...we had to tell him it was OK to call food fat.
Oh the joys of small children.