Honesty...courtesy of Dylan

Background Details: About a month ago, Dylan was flexing his 'muscles' and when he asked if I had big muscles like him I said what any good Mom would say after a LONG day, "No, Mommy just has fat."

Story: Yesterday, after dinner was over Dylan explained that he had HUGE muscles because he ate all of his dinner. He then explained to me that I must also have big muscles because I ate all of my dinner twice. (nice that he noticed that, right?)

(This is the part that I like to call the set up.)
Dylan: "Mom, I bet you have really big muscles because you ate sooooo much dinner. Can I see them?"
Me: "Not right now buddy."
Dylan: "Come on Mom, show me. I want to see them."

So, I give in and roll up my sleeve to flex my bulging biceps. :)

Me: "See Dylan, big Mommy-muscles"
Dylan (laughing): "No, those are NOT muscles. I have muscles...that's just fat!"

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! Kids are like miniature tape recorders with instant replay buttons at the most perfect comedically timed moments.