Today I won the mommy Nobel Peace Prize. Zoë was in a foul mood because I was busy washing dishes and wouldn't play in her room, and offered the following:
"When are you going to be thin mommy again?"
"Well, I can't go on a diet until I stop nursing MeiMei, but not too long from now. Why?"
"I'm bored with fat mommy because you're ugly."
Did I slap her, Dear Reader? No. I calmly explained that that was a mean thing to say and that it hurt mommy's feelings, and invited her to consider how she would feel if one of her friends at school said she was ugly. "Bad." When she started complaining about how her dollhouse wasn't as good as Sophia's I told her to go mope in her room if she wanted to be Miss Negative. I'm only going to remind her about this for the rest of her life.