Kids are weird; they're trying so hard to figure out how to be themselves, and behave properly, and learn all this stuff about what it means to be a person and an adult and all the rest that I'm surprised their heads don't explode. I have two of them, ages 10 months and nearly 7 years old, and they equally delight and amaze, and horrify me, almost on a daily basis.
Case in point; last Sunday we were getting ready to go out to Goldstream Provincial Park for the afternoon and Gabe decided to see if he could get a rise out of me by commenting on what I was wearing. I was brushing my teeth or doing my hair, something in the bathroom infront of the mirror at any rate, and he comes in, stands beside me and the following happened:
Gabe: Mom, you look really fat in those pants.
Me: ... Well, I am fat, so I'm going to look that way no matter what I wear.
Gabe: You shouldn't wear those pants. They make you look really really fat.
Me: ... I'm ok with that. I'm not going to get changed, I like these pants.
Gabe: No, mom! You look ugly. Don't wear those!
He seemed to be more upset that I wasn't taking the bait and getting mad about what he was saying than actually disliking what I was wearing. I'm not about to be fat-shamed and fashion police-d by my own kid, so at this point he got a 10 minute time out for extreme rudeness. It's my hope that by keeping my cool and not reacting in a big way that he'll realize that being called fat isn't an insult and not do it to other people trying to hurt them.