Today, I called my mom to lament about the size of my ever-expanding baby belly. Specifically, I was upset that the jeans I wore all day on Friday without incident were feeling extremely uncomfortable and tight when I put them on on Sunday. I could tell it was going to be a short conversation because I could hear my 2-year-old niece, Allison, in the background saying “Dinosaur Train!” Clearly, my mom had her hands full. I pressed on anyway.
“Mom,” I said, “I got fat in a day!”
“Fat in a day?” she responded.
Suddenly, the background noise changed: “Fat in a day! Fat in a day!”
Thanks, Allison.
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