Most of the time I am the only one around to enjoy her little conversational gems, however- every once in a while there are a few other fortunate people around to witness and enjoy the words and wisdom of Mama B.
Soooo...mom was in town the other weekend, and her visit happened to coincide with an evening of dinner and entertainment Karen and I had planned for some male friends. (*disclaimer: no romantical attachment to either)
And, not only was Mama B in town...she also brought The Other Child with her.
{The Other Child}The Other Child has been around for a solid decade now...which means she's reaching "aged-dog" syndrome.
(*aged-dog syndrome consists of highly-sensitive needs and dietary requests, such as a pillow and blanket at night, placed on top of her memory phone mattress...and she literally refuses to eat anything unless it is organic. How does she know if it is or isn't? ...it's a mystery to me. But I swear: she is her mother's dog...)
Anyways, The Other Child has recently been developing a big of a pooch. (you know...that porkiness that settles around the middle of a dog and causes a bit of a waddle, and a pooch of belly when she lays down?)
MamaB doesn't believe that she's getting fat...even though child #1 and child #2 try to tell her.
However, during this evening of entertainment and food, The Other Child is laying on the floor (in full porky/waddle/belly-pooch-ness) and Mama B finally admits that she has gotten a bit plump.
the ensuing conversation goes somewhat like this:
- leslye: "SEE! We told you she was getting bigger"
- Mama B: "well, she's just getting her old-lady love handles?"
- leslye: "no, it's because you feed her too many treats!"
- Mama B: "but she loves them so much, it's ok if she's a little bigger..."
- leslye: "mom, you wouldn't ever let us get that plump!"
- mom: "well................that's because angel doesn't need to find a husband"
...and our male houseguests found this a bit hilarious.
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