When little kids call you fat
“Uncle Fatty.”
That’s what a friend’s son called me: “Uncle Fatty.” Not once, but five or six times. He kept saying it over and over and laughing as his parents tried desperately to shut him up.
I wasn’t really embarrassed about it at all. His parents are good friends (I’m pertty sure they know I’m big) and the boy was innocent. The parents were embarrassed; I laughed about it. It wasn’t the first nor the last time a young child had made an observation about my size, and I’m sure it will happen again.
I once had done the very same thing…
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