Monday, October 3, 2011

In which my daughter doesn't recognize me

My 5-year-old was sitting on the couch next to me when I pulled up this blog post.

Her eyes moved to the screen. Her brow furrowed. She looked confused and I mentally guessed what she was going to say before it was out of her mouth.

"Is that you?"


"That doesn't look like you."

"It's me."

"That's you?" she continued, pointing to the picture, taken 17 months ago. "Next to Jake?"

"Yes, that's me. Remember I started eating healthy and exercising?"

"You were fat," she noted, matter-of-factly.


"But now you're thin."

"You got that right, sister."