Michele and I have been noticing our waistlines a little more these days, and I think Daniel is trying to send us subtle hints...
For example, at dinner the other night:
Daniel: Mommy and Daddy, we're not humans anymore. Now we are going to be animals. Daddy, you're a pig, and Mommy, you're a cow. And me, I'm a sheep.
And later that night:
Chris: Hey honey, I bought you the medium sized shirt instead of the small. I thought it might be...uh....
Michele: More comfortable? You're probably right. Thanks. *sigh*
Chris: Don't worry, honey. I'll be buying the smalls again real soon.
Daniel: Or not so soon.
I guess he cuts right to it.
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LOL! That's okay, during a 15 hour shift on Saturday I got to take a break to go play in the "Human Hamster Ball." (Great fun, try it if you ever get the chance). I jokingly said to the college kid running it, "There's not a weight limit on this thing is there?"
He didn't even hesitate before saying, "Well, let me put a little more air in it before you get in."
I'm guessing he's single.
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