I was going running* the other day, and being that it's hot and we're in the middle of nowhere, only around my relatives, I came out of the house wearing shorts and a sports bra. I pretty much look like I've had two babies, but pretty good considering. At least, that's how I thought I looked. Simon said,
"You look nice Mom."
Then, he touched my belly and said, "Why do you have stuff hanging out?"
*I use the term running loosely, as I am still very much out of shape. By "run" I mean that I jog for a while before I dissolve into a panting heap and have to start walking. I go back and forth like that for a while. I call it "intervals" and convince myself that I'm on the cutting edge of fitness.