fat

Today I told Seth he can't touch my stomach because it's lumpy.

"It's not lumpy," he said. "It's wavy."

Wavy! This is what everyone needs--a supportive husband.

Now he's off singing a song about how he needs a wife who cares about him and his "feelins" (feelings). The chorus is something about how it "don't even matter."

Good song, good song.

This was brought on by me telling him to go take a shower instead of showing me a clip from a football game where a ref tackles a quarterback.