After my work today, we (Justin, his new ate [Ate April], and me) went to the mall to buy Justin what he’s supposed to wear on his graduation day next Saturday (light blue long sleeves top, black pants, black shoes). We were also supposed to meet up with his Dad afterwards.
All three of us immediately boarded the first elevator that opened at our floor. There were two comely horizontally challenged a.k.a. “healthy” women inside the elevator that caught Justin’s full attention.
Justin: Mommy, they’re fat.
Mommy: Sssh. (I gave my son the look that tells him not to say that word again.)
The taller of the two women laughed, and I looked her in the eye and said sorry. Her companion was quiet.
When the elevator opened, we hurriedly left the building without looking back. While my son may have blurted out the truth because he knows what “fat” means, hearing him say that to other people who might find the comment insulting made me feel so embarrassed. I just consoled myself with the fact that kids don’t lie, and I hope that the two women realize that there’s nothing personal about what my son said, that it was simply an innocent remark.