If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ll know that we’re big on snuggling in our house and that bedtime is quite ritualistic for the boys:  pj’s, brush teeth, story, lights out, prayers, song (or 2) and a snug.  Then sleepy-time.  I love this time of the day - even though it’s hectic - because there is time to connect with each kid, one-on-one.  And you never know what they might have to share.

Last night, my 4 -year old, hair-twirling, snuggler wrapped his little arms around me and kissed me on my upper arm (I had a t-shirt on).  He paused, kissed my upper arm again and said “Momma - is that what chubby’s called?”  pointing to my upper arm.

So, wanting to portray a positive body image, and self-identifying that - even though I carry a 20+lb toddler around and have been known to carry my 4-year old at (rare) times - does not give me pipes like Madonna’s, I smiled … and said to him “no, honey, that’s not chubby.  That’s mommy’s muscle on my arm called a bicep”.

He paused to give this answer thought for a minute.  Then my sweet boy leaned over and kissed my upper arm again … and said:

“Nope, I tink that’s chubby”.