Don't say it!

One of the most amusing things about Owen at this age is he babbles incessantly, often as though he is providing a constant narrative to his life. It's like he's a tour guide for Life of Owen.

A few months ago, Owen and I were walking from the parking lot from to the video store, and the boy was reviewing all of his favourite video selections. A very large man passed by us, and Owen pointed and said, "That man is fat," then carried on talking about videos. I avoided eye contact with the man and hoped he hadn't heard.

So the other day I took Owen swimming at the indoor pool. As we were getting changed, a very large man sidled next to us and began to disrobe. I immediately engaged Owen in a discussion about vehicles in hopes it would keep him from making any observations about the man.

It worked, sort of. The man went out for his swim right about the time Owen was finished discussing front-end loaders.

"Daddy?," he asked.
"Yes," I said.
(Whispering) "That man has a very big belly."
"That's true, he does."
"Why?"
"Maybe he has a baby in there."
"Don't be ridiculous."