Scene: H-Family breakfast table, 6.45am
Noah: My mommy, I love you.
Me: Thank you sweets, I love you too!
Noah: I don’t want you to get fat.
Me: Umm. Why would you say that? Do you think I’m fat?
Noah: No, you’re not fat. But you like candy and chlocit (ed. note: chocolate), and you will be fat and your teeth will get black and fall out and you’ll be a monster.
Meanwhile Daniel has tears streaming down his face. I’m moving out.