Thom: Mom! Look! Look! Look! That lady looks just like you. Like exactly. She's like your body double!
Me: Where? Who are you talking about?
Thom: That lady. Moooom. See where I'm pointing? That lady by the elevator.
Me: (looking)
Thom: Right there with the white pants.
Me: (shocked and appalled) That lady?
Thom: Yeah. Yeah. She looks just like you mom.
Me: That lady is fat. Thom, that lady is really fat!
Thom: Uh.
Me: You think I look just like her? Is that what I look like?
Thom: Uh.
Me: That's great. That's just great.
Thom: No mom her hair. See her hair? It's your color and she has a bum on the back of her head just like you.
Me: A bum?
Thom: Yeah. You always have a bum in your hair.
Me: Thanks.
Thom: You're welcome.
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Yes, I do favor the messy bun look.
No, I do not usually point out people's weight to my children.
Yes, I have some weight to loose myself.
No, I did not buy him the Captain Underpants book he asked for shortly after this conversation.
Stumble It!
