A conversation with my daughter.
Teresa: "Mommy, you look so SKINNY!"
Me, very flattered, proud of working out, not so proud of the chocolate covered caramels that I've been eating: "Why, thank you!"
Teresa: "No, really, Mommy. Look at yourself. You are so skinny!"
Me, having an increasingly bloated ego: "Thank you!"
Teresa: "Mommy, what does 'skinny' mean?"
Me, with the air slowly leaking from my balloon: "What do YOU think it means?"
Teresa: "I have no idea."
So much for that.