McFats

So when McMumsy came to visit last week and L was over and we were having dinner, she started reminiscing about when her three darling children, myself included, were born.

"You were all fat," she said. "Fat, fat, fat. And Littlebrother, my lord." My little brother, who is now maybe 6'3" and all muscle was just a ginormous little boy, with a big potato for a head and a bag of them for a body. His nickname was Friar Tuck. Mine was porkchop; luckily, my parents stopped calling me that in enough time so that I don't answer to Shake and Bake commercials. McMumsy did admit that she most likely caused my eating disorder because she was constantly battling with her own mother over what I should be fed (Grammy tended towards ice cream and hermit cookies, McMumsy towards apples and sugar-free cereal) and was freaked out that fat kids equaled fat adults.

My favorite McMumsy quote of the evening, however, would have to be this one: When Dr. Moo was born, at a healthy 9lbs 6oz, she told me she complained to my Aunt P: "Oh, great. Now they're coming out fat!"