dynamic elf

My hungry bee:



A conversation on the way to the Friendly Toast on Saturday, as we were both squeezing through a hole in a bench:

N: We're squeezing through a bench!
M: Yup!
N: And it's easier for me because I'm tiny and small, and you're big and... well, I mean, is it okay if I say "fat"?
M: Sure!
N: And you're big and fat!
M: That is exactly why it's easier for you.
N: Some people don't like it when you say "fat". But you don't mind.
M: Yeah, some people don't like it, especially if you try to use it as a mean word. I don't mind, though. I think it's just descriptive.
N: YOU'RE STEPPING IN LAVA! DON'T STEP IN THE LAVA!


(Most serious conversations with her end sort of like that.)

Complicated! Complicated. I really don't mind if she says I'm fat, because I am more on the round side than, say, dilletante; all I can do is model being happy and active and healthy in my body how it is. Conveniently, this is pretty easy for me. But, seriously, all the big conversations happen when you're doing and expecting something else, don't they? And they're gone so quickly.