My husband has this habit of watching television during dinner. It’s not my idea, but it’s just one of the many marriage compromises we’ve made. I typically sit with my back to the television and my daughter and husband watch while they eat.
The show that’s on goes to commercial. Why I chose to look at watch this one, I’ll have no idea. It was yet another weight-loss commercial. It starts off asking, “can’t lose those last few stomach pounds, no matter what you do?”. It goes on to say how they do skin tightening and liposuction.
Around this time, I hear whispering, but not actual words. It takes me a moment to draw my eyes away from the television and back to the table. This is when I notice my daughter, who is sitting across from me, learning over as far as possible. She is the source of the whispering.
Now that I’m paying attention, she’s still whispering. I can make out the words, “sign up; sign up”. I give her an OMG you did not just say that look. I told myself, “don’t kill her”. Then I used her full name, sat her back down and gave a mild chastising about respect. She is toying with that fine line and what she can and can’t get away with.
It was funny, but I had to say something in a corrective tone. Granted, I’ve lost 40 lbs and have kept it off and I could stand to lose a few more, especially around my tummy, as the commercial pointed out, but I don’t believe in surgery for that.