Recently, I was sort-of diagnosed with pre-diabetes (can you tell I'm in denial)....
That's the background info for the upcoming moment in time, courtesy of child #9.... (going in age)...
I was changing the laundry, having argument number 2, 947 for the year with our next to youngest child. The argument is a typical one in our house -- who is fatter, Mom or Dad.
My wonderful son, knowing of my current diagnosis, shouted, "There is NO way that Dad is fatter than you. If he was, he'd have rabies too!"
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