Today I chose to wear a skirt and t-shirt. The t-shirt is fitted. I was working around the kitchen, doing lots of bending over and evidently my shirt had risen up a bit. A little of my tummy was showing. Bennett walked by me and discreetly made me aware of my 'problem'.
"Mom," he said in a hushed tone, "I think you've out-grown your shirt. I think you're too big for it now. You might want to go put another one on." He was slightly embarrassed by my exposed torso, evidently.
I laughed it off and pulled my shirt back down and told him I would take his advice under consideration.
Then I went and consulted Daddy and asked him if he thinks I'm 'too big for my shirt'. Daddy squelched any fear that may have been rising in my self-conscious frame of mind. Bennett has yet to realize how delicate the female psyche is when the words 'too big', 'clothes', and 'body' are all used in one sentence.
