One thing I love about kids, sometimes, is that they always tell it like it is.
We’ve been at the Grumpy one about his lack of physical activity and his protruding belly for some time. In his defence, he does go for the odd walk (he doesn’t walk oddly, its that he doesn’t go regularly).
Monkey Boy was up for another fight (something I’m learning boys like to do a lot) and whilst the wrestling match on the bed was happening, Monkey Boy says to his dad “you’re fat”.
If this wasn’t enough, he finishes it off with “you’re the fattest man I know!”
Grumpy Pants’ expansion in girth is coinciding quite nicely with his declining sense of humour.
I thought it was funny.