My kid called me out on my food baby tummy while shopping in Lidl yesterday evening.
I’d been out for a gorgeous and rare lunch date with his daddy, a sumptuous three course lunch, so yes I may have been sporting a little foodie bump!
The kid looked at me and with a furrowed brow and not an inch of amusement, pure contempt infact at the concept and announced, loudly…
“Eh. You look like your having another baby.”
And the salt in the wound moment, the other one next to him glared and muttered “Morgan…nooooooo” in a little disapproving whisper which to me just said she thought it too!