So this morning as I was taking Super Z to school he says, "Mom, is it hard for you to put on your seat belt?"
I fight through the sleepies that are fogging my brain and making conversation difficult and say, "No."
He is undeterred by my legnthy response.
"Is it hard because your belly is too big?"
Wow, nice.
"Z, it hurts people's feelings when you talk about their big bellys," I explained.
"Mom, I am just worried about you.," he said sweetly.
What the crap? When did my son turn into my Mom?