Confessions of a Serial Swooper

For the last few weeks, Little Brother has been eyeballing me carefully and asking “Mommy, are you losing weight?” He says it mostly when we’re out walking somewhere together. I’ve enjoyed it, of course, but today I finally said “That’s very nice of you to say, but I’m pretty sure I’m not losing any weight.” He replied, looking up at me with his hand above his head, that I definitely was because he’s getting closer and closer to my shoulder. Turns out he didn’t mean I was losing weight. He meant I was shrinking.