Yup. That’s what she said. Nearly a quarter of a century ago.
Who said that? My wife’s close friend and roommate going all the way back to college.
Well, former close friend. Now a distant friend.
Guess what? One size never fits all! One of her kids is fat, fat, fat. Maybe she ought not feed her until she loses some weight, huh.
C’mon it’s funny! Laugh!
“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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