But back to the story. My parents and the kids were at a grocery store (The Fresh Market, to be precise). They were buying jelly beans, and apparently, a woman in line, who was perhaps a little round, was talking to Davis about his jelly beans. He told her, "I can't eat too many because then I'll get fat like you."
My parents didn't really hear it, but Ava did, and she reported back. Davis did not deny the incident. I didn't want to make a really big deal about it, because with 4 year olds, sometimes any attention is good attention. So, I just said it's not nice to point out to people that they are fat, and kind of left it at that.
Fast forward a couple of days. We were at the pool, and the sweetest ten-year-old girl was helping Ava learn to dive. I don't even want to get into whether or not she was fat. She's ten. It doesn't matter. Davis was sitting with me on the side of the pool, watching the diving lesson. All of a sudden, he says, "You're fat." He didn't say it in a mean way, just very matter of fact. I wanted to dive in and stay under water until the pool closed. I couldn't even look at the poor girl. I quietly reprimanded my mouthy child, who then quietly said back to me, "But Mommy, she IS fat."
Luckily, the girl just continued playing with Ava, who (thank God) did not think she any physical trait that needed to be addressed.
Now I live in terror anytime I'm with Davis and we see someone who is even slightly plump.
I guess the upside is that I've got someone who will be honest with me if I start packing on any extra pounds.
I'll laugh at this someday, right?