Fat Lady

Yesterday at dinner Charlie was playing with Adela calling her, "Fat baby, fat baby, fat baby!" It was in good fun, but I made the mistake of mentioning that girls don't really like to be called fat.

An bit later he was in a bad mood because at Catherine's request the Beach Boys were playing. He wanted Karma Chameleon (thanks to a DJ stint Clare did the other week). I'm dancing with Adela to "I Get Around" and Charlie looks over and sneers, "Fat girl!" I stopped dancing, looked down at Adela, then to Charlie. "Who do you mean?" I ask him. "You," he says. "Go to your room," I say. After throwing his head back and crying, he stomps into his room.

A few minutes pass and I tell him he can come out. He walks out, stops at my feet, looks up and yells, "Fat lady!" "What? Back to your room!" More crying.

A few minutes later I walk by his room and make eye contact. Sitting on his floor, he looks right back at me and silently, sloooowly mouths, "Fat lady."