From The Mouths Of Babes

I took M2 shopping with me tonight.

Yes, an actual night off cheer. Not on off night for cheer but an off night for me - hubby filled in. That was really nice because I've been doing it on my own. Which is partly why I am so bummed by the increase in practice days - because I've been (and will be for a while) playing the part of married single Mom. Not that he isn't willing to help, but he's been busy with a new house. And it's a doozie.

Normally, I try not to see them before they are renovated. Or at least in some stage of renovation. Because it just kinda stresses me out. Even though I really don't have to do anything, just seeing how much work needs to be done scares me.  Take a look at this and you'll totally understand what I mean.

It needs a little TLC but it's not too bad, right?
But wait - there's more!

And that is by no means the worse house we've bought. In fact, on a scale of 1-10 of bad shape homes it's probably about a 6. And that's because it's sagging in the middle. Because who doesn't like a house that's caving in?

So we've both figured out that it works best if I just don't see them. And honestly, the whole investment property business is really his thing - I just kind of show up when I need to. Literally. At the closing I was just signing documents without even reading them. Not because I don't care but because he handles all that - he negotiates closing cost, fees and reviews everything and I know he's got us covered.  We've worked with the same realtor and lender for years so they're used to us and know how we operate but there was a new person at this last closing and she was visibly shocked to discover that I had never even seen the house. But trust me, if I saw them before they were bought, we probably wouldn't be buying them at all.

So husband offered to do cheer duty tonight and there was no way I was passing that up. I used the time do a little shopping with M2. As I'm taking off my clothes she says "Those are pretty Mom." - referring to my undergarments.  And just as I'm thinking awww, how sweet, she looks me up and down and says, really kinda sassy-like, complete with head bob "Girl, you need to go on a diet."

Yes. From my 5 year old.

Now, I'm certain, from the way she said it, that she was simply mimicking something she heard. Because she doesn't normally address me as "girl". Or tell me to diet.

So I said, "A diet? Why would I go on a diet?"  And really, that was my mistake because you should never, ever ask a question you don't really want answered.

"Because you're fat!"

Thank you child, for shredding every bit of my self esteem.

But of course, I'm shaping young minds here so I responded with "I'm not fat!  I love my body!" Which is mostly true.  Okay, "love" may be a little strong but...I don't hate it.

"Cause your belly-it's big!"

And with that, the clothes went back on and I promptly ended that little shopping trip.