Using a different mirror

I was thrilled a few days back to get Samuel out of bed...well, my parents' bed where he'd been snuggled up watching morning cartoons. He looked so little surrounded by the bed covers and pillows. I scooped him up and said, "I love you, little man." He eagerly wrapped his arms around me and said, "I love you, big mama."

What? Big Mama? Me?

Apparently that's not exactly what he meant. "You're not fat all over, mama. Just on the sides."

Good for a thousand laughs and counting.